Not So Great Expectations

My favored Muse mysteriously asks muted kinda sexist win/lose either/or complex bilateral questions. Oppositional defiant nearly despairing quests exploring why I have yet to find Faith Hope or delightful Joy as names for a boy Who might be named willful Father William or Pastor warlike Warren or Patriarchal terrifying Terrence or even red Deacon Fred's bruising win/lose plots against Reverend Bruce. Vengeance is mine says retributive justice Preacher Justin proclaiming blame and shame on monotheistic Religious Teacher Shane. Meanwhile wise elderly EcoFeminists, warming the pews and cooperatively co-invested offering plates, continue singing Joyful journey praises Of Faith's passionate commitment inside EarthMother's cathedral Grace And Hope's sometimes unsisterly yet sincere advocacy for paper straws to win EarthTribe's straining race against ecocidal ocean polluting patriarchal time and desecrating capitalistic commodifying space Wherein my favored Muse mysteriously asks muted musical win/lose either/or complex bipartisan questions of secular health care and sacred safety shares, music's dissonant glare, bemusing bewares. Spiritual springtime invites Aunt April Matriarchal May Joyful June While natural full-summered lust and bustling Buster fluster hot sweaty sometimes angry idolatrously crusty August oppression suppression repression Negative impressions of Winny's winter wounded advent womb Emerging Tiffany's annual Epiphany, favoring ecofeminist Muse mysteriously musing kinda amusing win/lose either/or complex bipartisan questions.