Never Land Part 2

The alleyways within the maze are paved with rats and mice.

Evangelists with moneyed fists collect the sacrifice

from losers scorned and rubes reborn, and promise paradise,

while in the back they cook some crack, inhale, and roll the dice.



A bum called Boe has stubbed his toe, he’s stumbled in the gutter;

with broken neck, he looks a wreck, the sparrows all aflutter,

the passers-by, they close an eye, and turn their heads and mutter:

“Let’s pray for rains to wash the lanes, to clear away the clutter.”

A river slows neath mountain snows, and leaves begin to shudder.



Though rip-off shops and crooked cops are paid not once but thrice,

the painted girl with flaxen curl is paring down her price

and loosely tempts cold hands unkempt to touch the merchandise.

A crazy guy cries “where am I”, a schizo titters twice,

and double quick a lunatic affects a fight with lice.



The jungle teems, a siren screams, the air is filled with meth.

The Reverent Priest and nuns unleash the Holy Shibboleth.

And Righteous Jane who is insane, as well as Sister Beth,

while telling tales to no avail of everlasting death,

at least imbue Hagg Avenue with whisky on their breath.



The Reverent Priest combats the Beast, they’re kneeling down to prey,

to fight the truth with fang and tooth, to toil for yesterday,

to etch their mark within the dark, to paint their résumé

on shrouds and sheets which then completes the devil’s dossier.



Old dan, he's drunk and in a funk, all mired in the mud. 

A Monk begins to wash Dan’s sins, and asks “How are you, Bud?”

“I’m feeling pain and crying rain till soon there is a flood.

And no god’s there who seems to care I’m always coughing blood.”

The Monk, he turns, Dan’s words he spurns and lets the bible thud.



Well, Banjo Boy, he will annoy with jangled rhymes that fray:

“The clanging bells of carousels lead blind men’s minds astray

to rings of gold they’ll never hold in fingers made of clay.

But crest and crown will crumble down, when withered roots decay.”


Continued
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Tsiluma Avatar
November 9, 2012 at 10:49 PM
Great! I'm loving this continuation. What you said about the evangelists -the rot in religion keeps getting worse. Crime, drunkeness, unemployment, the world keeps degenerating.
Burd Avatar
October 19, 2012 at 4:57 PM
And so it goes onto part III I will travel on the path of your words...
Dietrich Avatar
October 7, 2012 at 12:08 AM
Boy you have really included a lot in this one!! It has so much of history in it! Kind of reminds me of American Pie.
Majumdar Avatar
October 6, 2012 at 2:08 AM
Part II wow onto part III !
Kearley Avatar
October 4, 2012 at 7:58 PM
Wow! You say so much with your words...I guess I'm "Old Dan" hey? Ha,ha..Another beauty bud!
Collins Avatar
September 30, 2012 at 8:23 AM
they're kneeling down to prey -- Bravo!!!! I'm immersed now - and I now I'll go deeper with Part 3
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