Dear bag of nails
you are driving me crazy
once I thought you sweet
and fruity
now I deplore the way you snore
Love you dearest doggy
but you’re a real eyesore
woof me a kiss
while you piss
on the roses
your big old mutt head
graining
from the flowerbed.
Mr. Nutty,
you're m'buddy,
you never were a fuddy duddy.
There's a pattern,
you're from Saturn,
they shoulda made you the Green Lantern.
Zen Kabbalah,
Mr. Allah,
did you ever play in Walla Walla?
No one's nicer,
jezus cry sir!,
boogie woogie on a synthesizer!
Rapa Nui Warriors stand bright and tall and stark
Monolithic dynasties enshrined in all our hearts
But what if I told you, til death doth do us part
Santa's elves could fill the shelves,
Yet you'd still leave your mark
Rapa Nui Warriors croon and beg and steal
Overarching humanity, like we're their final meal
A menacing divinity, one revolutionary zeal
Here is pen and paper, please sign our Satanic deal
But what of a winter, a bubbling brook
The heaviest of moai, all misshapen and shook
Where in the Kabbalah, the Qu'ran, the Lord's Good Book
Are we braced from E4 to E10,
Like the Man's unholy rook
In fraudulent suspense, here we sit idling
An educated mass, a society found sidling
Disgruntled, divine, cultured and crass
Insufficiently aerated, just like Mama Cass
Rapa Nui Warriors slouch meek and proud and mild
Seemingly inconspicuous, like the wild in a child
Innate maliciousness, see the expulsion of the Yids
For all will seem serene, until you're the final bid
The vomit stench of ********
reeks from the webcam
as the living dirt approaches.
She is so free from restraint:
goodbye natural law
and biblically derived morality,
for the personalism of the baphomet.
The Jesus concept overturned for the harlot
--she loves her red string--
finally religious prostitution
is piety.
Madonna, Britney Spears and Xtina: Your Jewish activism; congratulation to their bai'hai temple, as a regard to your deceitful epistemology of civilization. Collecting religions as a quaint remembrance of Talmudian planning. Appointed priestesses of g-d. Giving them all your blessings. Now converting the goyim by Kabbalah, your gentile made peradventure.
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
After taking long vacations in Middle Earth, Shangri La and Barsoom
a weary traveler
returns to earth
This realm
which can fill one with wonder
Otherworldy philosiphers
are only a small part
of the truths we seek
Friday night services where one
is taught
to admire common labor
done for our benefit
Brings one back
to the realm
of the "masters and teachers"
who have sent out their messages and
prayers
Over the rocks and the domes of
Safed and Jerusalem
A single candle continues to burn
with a touch of
kabbalah gently spoken of
in a whisper
this realm is renewed once more
(first published in Judaism Fall/Winter 2006
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