Peace

Peace “Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.” ~ Attributed to Francis of Assisi How many years Of Sunday sermons taught me How easily I can get away with it all How terribly unfortunate Some Jew took the hit How comfortable My soul and how Small O God Why not indulge me Can’t I be so bloated I’ll support the dropping of bombs On third-world rejects So I can afford to drive a vehicle Big enough I can drag into it my Weighty carcass Can’t I be so busy so drunk so drugged I’ll never have to know About anything regrettable Can’t I amass a fortune Skim off a soup of hedge funds Leave a world of debt What money’s left in foreign accounts Tax free But hey there’s still sales tax Isn’t there Racial superiority Can’t I speak in ebonics to prove Ebony rules Can’t I don white sheets to prove White’s better Can’t I evade the border patrol to prove Medical help’s free Who’ll they follow back To Tijuana To remorse To the cross To alt.sex.bondage Not me How many years Of indifference taught me The usefulness of Looking aside Giving up Coolness No worries Peace ~Thanks Always Returns