Musings of the Reverend Meduri and Dr. Jackass
Experimentations in Literary Groin Punches
Tuesday, July 01, 2003
 
Jackass and I are in league to rid our minds of wasteful verse. Consider this the rubbish bin. Or the circular file.

onward.

This thought occurred to me while I was supposed to be working:

Showers on the revelry came unopposed
No umbrellas or hats stopped the drip drop
from the tip of my nose
Save a lone redwood that stood as it has always
Trapped on all sides by concrete like so many
Public school hallways
I’ve walked past them all in terms of ability
But the “restraints that be” called down their “almighty” power
And have pacified thinking free
Unfortunately, motivation escapes me
At a time when “liberty” drives the fist
And pollutants cut down trees
And I’d love to stand side by side with these
Peoples of the world loving their trees and falling
Side by side on their knees
Trying to stop the policy from unfolding, the bombs from blowing
The babies from dying, the art from burning, the people from crumbling
And the tanks from rolling
But I work and go home and work again
Drink corporate beer and sleep too much through life
As I smile at corporate friends.
These days I find I’ve too much time
Devoted to those things I despise even though I know
The time I have is mine
And I’m made to think this is the path I chose?
I will not believe propaganda lies from the self-agrandised
As long as nature’s water drips from my nose
As long as the redwood stands I will be a man
Not a cog or a piece of the pie, you and I
They don’t want us hand in hand
They want us buying every stitch of land and cars
And CD’s, movies, clothes, technologies, health,
And stocks, locks and bars.
They like us afraid of those we don’t regularly see
They conjure up images of beasts killing and maiming
Not letting people be
But they are the killers and haters of those far away
Unsettling and uprooting the poor huddled masses
To make way
For a new world, new American century of conquest
And destruction, a remolding of the earth in God’s image
At God’s request
And I thought all along that God didn’t exist
The churches seemed dead, the clergy looked dead
And I found the whole institution trying to resist
The pull of life, the tug of the free and the willingness to be
Happily, dutifully committed to the success of the human race
Not the propagation of fear over the seemingly free.

--rev. m
 
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