Hello folks, I'm 27 and left the witnesses mentally around the age of 19, and physically around the age of 24. Anyhow, back in the day, my best friend and I would draw cartoons and make up hilarious stories about people in the kingdom hall.....this is what we would do to make it through the meetings. One Sunday morning, my buddy was really depressed and wrote this poem. I found it in a notebook while I was moving last week and thought I would share.
Smiles on Paper Bags
written by best friend Jimmy H. during one Sunday morning meeting.
I see their smiles
They're painted on well
Bundles of sorrow
Hidden living hell
Scooting about the place
Their paths seem well chosen
But their paths are really tracks
They've been chosen for them
Lives lost in a joyful praise
Another righteous judgment
Hidden tear soaked pillow cases
As deep hatreds ferment
This is holy and good
For they tell us nothing more
But when your eyes are opened
Your hearts an open sore
Do not question this
You wicked stupid worms
Go put on your smiles pigs
You will live by our terms
We gather here in love
They're glad to see you here
Given more reason than any have
To live our lives in fear
This dark world we live in
Has a truly wicked source
For us sad caged children
They hold us all by force
For if you ever question
Or have a wish of your own
They can take it all away
And leave you all alone
At these times you need them
They just turn their backs and grin
They know they are right and you are wrong
You choose this life of sin
So never question these things
Their righteous ways are pure
If you make changes in your life
Check with them to be sure
Now tuck that sadness far away
Your faith like tattered rags
Everyone still loves you
Smiles On Paper Bags