Riding My Emu

 Riding My Emu

 

Allen Ginsburg

Moloch was the matriarch of madness

A male giving birth?

Are we not the byproduct of the Earth?

Cancer says the doctor with hands trembling

A scary diagnosis resembling

The final, Final Solution

Take the butcher’s knife and cut a slice

Shall I spew forth a mouth of sperm?

If you want to get the big fish

To eat on your fine china dish

You need to use the correct worm

And for the final time

I am not Jesus Christ

Though I shall be crucified with my only crime

Telling the truth

And warning the youth

Not to enlist

RESIST!

I’ll be riding my emu

Cause I’m one cool cat

I’ll be riding my emu

Provided I don’t get too fat

But the blubber blues

Will be diffracted with strict refinement

When I go into solitary confinement

There with my Bible

And my sweet imagination

Contemplating salvation

And every vixen lustfully laden with sin

Spirit wrestles with carnality

Double duality

It’s true! It’s true?

Black can be white if you just look at it right

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The Disappearing Act

The Disappearing Act

 

Center stage

No one denies it was an act of rage

Hiding behind a Bush

Giving things a push

There stood the mysterious Houdini

Next to him a busty woman

In an itsy bitsy teeny weenie yellow polka dot bikini

She had two magnificent towers

As I recall

The tallest of them all

I could stare at them for hours

The marvelous magician

Makes the first tower disappear

Without a hint

It collapses in its footprint

Twenty two minutes later alligator

The dastardly deed is repeated

And all the king’s horses

And all the king’s men

Couldn’t return the towers again

Honestly

Thank God for the double insurance policy

Never mind the expense for removing the asbestos

But I recall that isn’t all

Our marvelous woman

Now with a flat chest

Still had her marvelous treasure chest

But despite no act by Houdini

She lost the bottom of her bikini

All in all

The panties falling in freefall 

Her vaginal hair shaped in the number seven

This is the hidden story of  Nine Eleven

Next time you visit an engineering school

Educate yourself you fool

Ask a PhD in structural engineering

The physics behind the three buildings disappearing

September eleventh is a day dark and black

The disappearing act

Was an inside attack

And to settle the alleged score

We got more war that’s for sure

Firm in our resolve

Attacking countries not involved 

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For Deyshia Hargrave

 For Deyshia Hargrave

I am the chronicler of our time

Deyshia Hargrave

You had best behave

Let me tell you of her crime

She wasn’t chewing bubble gum

That would have been glum

There was no teasing at all

Or wandering without a pass in the hall

Not a single vicious spitball was cast

Still her transgression was vast

Deyshia simply spoke her mind

To those in authority

But the bosses weren’t so kind

And in the Land of The Free

She was evicted from the room

Deyshia left voluntarily

But once outside the assembly

The marshal laid down the boom

Handcuffing Deyshia Hargrave

As if she was some wayward slave

She protested

To be molested

Then arrested

So the moral of the story

With all the unwanted glory

Teachers be smart and wise

Organize, organize, organize

One thing that you lack

Watch one another’s back 

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There Are Many Herods

 There Are Many Herods

 

There are many Herods

Yes indeed

There are many Herods

Poisoned with greed

They are an envious lot

Best to be forgot

Longing for the sky

Coveting God’s throne on high

From the stars

Dealing scars

See the children die

The moan of the drone

Flesh burned off the bone

A smell of hell

Nothing is well

These many Herods

They are not near

To hear the desperate cry

These many Herods

Living a lie

They have no fear

As they are a world away

They dance and play

And curse with scorn

As the world does mourn

But yet in each generation

A baby is born

A champion of salvation

Inwardly torn

Dancing the reds

Singing the blues

Saying what needs to be said

Preaching good news

There are many Herods

History tells of them all

There are many Herods

But they all shall fall

Beaten down by the rod

Of the  Son of God 

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The Wind

The Wind

Who taught the wind to blow?

Do you know?
Was it the birds?
Was it the trees?
That’s not what I heard
Could you tell me please?

Who taught the sun to shine?
Its warmth and beauty so fair
It’s not yours it’s not mine
It’s for all to share

Who taught the rain how to fall?
To bring life to one and all

Isn’t it plain to see?
It was the God of Eternity

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