A Just Feast At Last
He nailed the Buddha to the cross and sat baby Jesus under a fig tree
Not too strange a concept but the Lord would not overcome the apple
And Karma was suspended while Mary Magdalene disrespected levitation
A heretic neophyte maybe but one more opulent flounder makes a hot summer
‘Rise above it in providence’ but both guys still wore the ragged loin cloth
New age new dawn new recipe and no clothes on the naked lecherous emperor
The days of dolorous hunger were over ‘inhibition would be suffering and death’
Smoulder rose from sizzling ashes as vultures eyed the feast of marginalization
The banks were happy but there were no food banks at the shore of the Styx
I cannot lament the bombast of others but like them skinny and crisp anyway
God had mercy which was a close shave but he never skinned them alive
He stirred the cauldron smacked his lips put a log from the fig tree on the fire
Roasted the cross of salvation paired restitution and repaired evil disparity
Cannibalism is no mean feat but he nibbled away and was satiated for once
Destitution and overpopulation sorted in one fell swoop with novel cuisine
Now there was a purpose for everyone in the food chain of once starving minds
22nd May 2019
Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2019
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