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once upon a time there was a handsome dude

made water into wine and then walked upon it

a sorcerer diviner hero and likeable companion

washed sore feet and sins in anterograde fashion

but just the same a clairvoyant and story teller


well now he never put pen to paper by himself

employed a ghost writer if you excuse the pun

of spiritual scripture folklore and page turning

tables as well for he was an angry young man

while temples trembled and the earth quaked


he exposed fault lines and kept undying resolve

a faithful escape artist too strong for the stone

of bigoted wisdom that could not keep him

in the post-mortal cave for he was undeterred

by the boulder and stepped out of the shadows


dusted off doubt incriminations and infusions

of hatred but he was rather delirious in his quest

thus shrugged at dehydration blood loss and pain

which in itself was a psychedelic accomplishment

so hallucinogenic that God surely spiked his drink


post-traumatically depressed but decreed not manic

by a panel of rebellious psychologists he was abused

for all kinds of madness dogma and malevolent causes

disabled by ungrateful inhumanity and its purveyors

but wheels refused to come of his mental wheelchair


mankind fell off the wagon so hard that it lost out

drunk on power uncivilised battle collateral damage

so that abomination and ill will became the new norm

they called his getaway from the cavern balderdash

advised taking his pills and get on with reality and demise


later witches and wizards claimed pagan origins

felled spruce trees but society used them for stakes

stacked the odds against them drowned their voices

until someone had the idea of Santa and reindeers

to satisfy greedy expectations of gifts down the stack


fire places all over the globe mocked the great tale

gathered ashes through history arson and weapons

and they conferred at the mantel piece to gather peace

we need water they shouted to extinguish false flames

but the smoke jumpers were too busy directing traffic


how we wish that not all water had been fermented

by grapes of fomenting wrath that surfing or tsunami

created paradise on the planet instead of drought but

the heated exchange about provenance and solutions

has brought no peace and not just the turkey tastes dry



25th December 2020
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