Ah, the Humanities Division

Catholics confess their sins, ha ha ha ha

Lutherans celebrate  the feast of the foreskin

ho  ho ho  Native Americans (formerly

known as Indians) wear feathers and dance

for rain  tee hee Hillbilly southerners handle

snakes and drink poison muhaha Muslims

bow down on knees and heads and pray 5

times a day. Presbyterians drink grape juice

and eat white bread and call it God. I could

go on. All in our thoughts and prayers. We hold

them  in the light. Quakers sit silent as stone and

wait for the divine spark in each  to call out.

Hosana: save now.

THAT DAMNED MORAL SENSE (Twain):

The Kind of Thinking that Got us into this Pickle

can’t be the Kind that gets us out, says Einstein.

Leave no one unmocked. Mock and Be Mocked.

Judge and Be Judged. Accuse and Be Accused.

Come let us mock us together. Good if not God

is always on our side no doubt.  No one does

Wrong knowingly, says  Socrates: wrong, sure,

but WRONG—never.  Know we  are doing  right

if we are ridiculous to the smart and savvy;

offensive to the decent and  conscientious

Ah, the humanity.

I don’t have a leg to stand on. Throwing stones,

living  in a glass house. Pot accusing kettle.

Narcissistic sealed-in solipsist.  Biased,

Prejudiced, Xenophobic, Misanthropic, Fear-

driven. Presbyterian (elderly),  more than modestly

educated (don’t I salute the bookocracy), savvy

with fiddle tunes of the western mind. Privileged.

Entitled. Hear me roar.—cry hammock and let

slip the cogs of yore.  Come let us  reason together.