Saturday, July 02, 2011

Some exmo poetry

It's here, at last! A little exmo poetry.

Mormonism, is like a distant thunder,
awaiting the destructive power,
the wind,
the rain,
the family washed away. Gone.

1 comment:

AlexisAR said...

It's deep. Matt. I'm stil pondering. I'm also still waiting for Dad's half of the family, minus Dad and Uncle Steve and his nuclear unit, to be washed away.