Oh, King David I Think Your Groovy
Oh, King David I think your groovy.
If You were here.
Unlike Your peers.
In spite the Years.
You would not go goofy.
May I meet You at the movies?
"Indeed." King David spoke,
Without malice.
"You have brought your crystal Ball."
Inside my Palace.
Wait a decade.
When everyone memorizes The Bible.
To counter-act The Liable.
And the clergy eclipses theatrics.
We also have concessions.
But the peanut gallery, boogieing to biographies?
On your way outside,
Hang the, " do not disturb."
Feed my ravens, popcorn along the curb."
"Well," I guess someone should get mad"
I replied.
" Well certainly, can't be us.
In our virtual realm of,"No Conscience."
Can we still be friends?
I know your not mean."
King David spoke " Most assuredly.
Take my bow and sling.
You will need them.
The New Millennium,
New authors, writing New psalms.
New craftsmen, learning to muffle.
Blessed excuses for the super bowl shuffle.
When it all comes together.
Truth will be stranger than fiction. Verily,
Verily I say to you.
Everything will seem fake.
You will turn away to the dictionary.
You'll need to understand, Why.
The capitol S' in "Satan."
Has been erased."
Oh, King David I think your groovy.
Copyright © Oliver Krier | Year Posted 2014
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