Stupendously Bonkers

 

Bonkers.

What a great word.

Bonkers.

 

It’s just fun to say,

“That shit is bonkers!”

See, so fun!

 

“It’s bonkers to impose

the morals of the minority

upon the majority.”

See, supes fun to say.

 

Bonkers.

It so adequately describes

the actions of people whom

appear to have struck their

heads very hard, as to “bonk”

their heads, on the boulders of their

mountain of judgment as

they tumble to their

inevitable doom.

 

Yes, bonkers.

I can hear those screaming jerks

tumbling down now.

Asses over ears as they

plummet, into the crevasses of

their own inept certitude.

 

“We’re the moral majority,” the bonkers

bonk heads scream, “We know the will

of the Christian God…,” as they grasp and

cling to the dying roots of a long past

time in our history, before losing their

grip and falling into the abyss of their own

making.

 

I cannot actually comprehend

how bonkers it really is to judge

people without ever having walked

in their shoes. Even if that footwear

happens to be huge clown shoes.

Or those of a ten-year-old girl.

 

But, I suppose it’s bonkers of me

to have any expectations upon certain

types to have any compassion or empathy

or enough self-knowledge to know better

than to enforce their will on those that

simply do not believe the same thing as they do.

 

It’s a bonkers World I suppose.

Stupendously Bonkers.