“IN THE HOUSE, RUMBLING WITH ELVIS!” a poem a.k.a.: “Mannequins, Doing The Tango Of Life And/Or Death!” dedicated to: Jim H., a podcaster and philosopher!
WHAT’S INSANE? (a:) It’s JUST what we’re used to!! Nothing-more; nothing-less!
You-and-me – We’re – in-OUR-House!! A NUT HOUSE filled – with doubt & guess!
I doubt my existence – and – also of This World,
And SCIENCE CONFIRMS IT! We’re atoms, just whirled,
With a little cohesion, here and there:
These are OUR BODIES! Glued – and-bare!
LAID BARE – with faith – and hope – and LOVE,
And THE SUPREME, SUPER GLUER – is “ELVIS Above!!”
Well! We DO need a postulate – any-one will do,
Like a turtle, with a World Back, OR A FATHER-we never knew!
Our Benevolent Papa! Oh, so kind,
That he’ll crucify-his-(Only)-Begotten – take-him-from-behind,
And NAIL HIM! His mannequin-son! – to a tree,
And have-him-born-in-a-stable – so (that) YOU – and-ME,
Can congratulate OUR ELVIS, who is SO darn humble,
(That) WHEN-THIS-WORLD-ISLAND-sinks, there’ll-be-a-big-ol’-RUMBLE!
And we’ll PRAY – That God will spare us all!!!
GOD is LAUGHING: “I’m having a BALL!” 🙂 – Well, thanks, Dear Lord!