You started yet another confrontation–
irrational, as always, from the start.
Out from the treasure chamber of your heart,
you bodied forth absurd denunciation
and ill-considered, bogus accusation
unjustified by any verbal art
or any evidence that you were smart
enough to comprehend your own oration.
You grumbled, cursed, and babbled all at once–
and almost used forbidden language, too.
You contemplated wild and wasteful stunts.
You harbored an absurd and harmful view.
It is the secret faith of every dunce.
You called on God and thought that God was you.