“TINY DANCERS IN SEARCH OF ANSWERS!!” a poem August 24, 2018 (Fish Friday) a.k.a.: “There Ain’t No Stinkin’ Answers ‘Round Here; So – Have A Beer!”
I got up early morning, before the CRACK of Dawn,
In search of God and angels, to lay THIS STUFF upon –
To answer frequent questions – (like) 6 million Jews, too much?
To find some rhyme or reason – to try to get in touch –
With who-the-Heck’s in charge here – I-got-lots-o’-answers,
To way too many questions – about us tiny dancers!!
We’re dancin’, ever vigilant, upon volcanoes’ edges,
With wars and famines, rapes and murder – and-child-abuse-in-”the hedges!”
“COME ON, NOW!” I said aloud – “Let’s see you face to face!”
With pauses big, there’s something wrong – with this hellacious place!!
When there’s no GOD accountable, except for one who’ll say:
“My MOTIVES-are-incomprehensible, and I’ll just have MY WAY,
And do whatever I shall please,
And bring you dancers to your knees,
And force-the-THANK-YOU-and-PRETTY PLEASE!!
So, WORSHIP ME, you dancing fleas!”
You know, there’s NO ONE a (pause) round here,
Who’ll just “fess up;” it’s awfully clear,
There is no God, of ONE – or TWO,
There’s just this CACA MEME ZOO –
AND ALL THAT HOLDS THIS PLACE IN PLACE,
Is-the-fear that binds the human race,
TOGETHER! – in collective insanity!
SO, SMILE, LITTLE DANCERS;
Just DANCE WITH GLEE! 🙂 – Hee, hee, hee!