Saturday, April 25, 2015
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.