FROM ROBERT’S HORN AN ORCAN BREED
His Majesty plays timpani
with Robert looking down
on Stuart Falls hangs a critical brow
but not on me..on Orcan breed
I’m innocent and waterfall here restfully
Washed and clean
Cooled by wind and misty moss
Within the power of His Word
All worldliness absurd in this
But only this morning did I tune a Devilish channel
Not to Mormon Tab, but Radio from Hell
X-96 to get my minion fill.
As Gina, Bill and Kerry
shared low brow stories
Exposing human worsts, 1st, 2nd, 3rds,
No accolades and glories
for voting listeners.
I missed the first nomination
I think it was John Kerry
packing automatic weapons
As he sped by fast on his side by side
but slow enough for showing off
The second nominee was stronger and more offensive
Some Confederate gone toting him a trailor
in the Jew’s Harp Fair Parade
selling 4th of July and racist watermellons
Strung up a sign that said “White Hugs Only.”
But the third undid the others easily,
And in a final cold play soon erased
Jim Crow’s Confederate display
of hate, replacing it with an ugly swatztica spiner flag
It seems there is a business in Bankock, Thailand
Where you can order up fried chicken
The counterfeit, finger lickin kind
Made by no other than Hitler himself.
H***, This Hitler Chicken logo elicits more than looks
Stirs up lawsuits in the drive through
Where a Worlitzer leaves one wondering if and…
What your cleaning from your hands and fingers
With a lemon wipey scent?
Misdirrected people don’t leave me laughing
Send me packing and heaving
Thinking, acting, writing, disbelieving
Instead of greeting old Narnians
Tolerate Telmarines and Orcan breeds
Find fullness in breeding gossip feeding fodder
Who in these stories can see humor?!
I hold them in my hand a moment, then want to trash them
like trail wrappers
An ungly reminder of what does not belong.
And I’m amazed how fast the public bores
Where truth is stranger than fiction, Store-ing up
And one nation under God has stopped praying
Yielding to a New World Order
Red, bloodied, black and blue Consumerism.
I can’t approach this vision of materialism.
Some day only Christ will reign
When Earth receives her King.
Increasingly the human race needs fixins.
They pay dues like admission to a heavy metal country concert
With corn and slaw and extra crispy Hitler Chicken
and glass and metal in the mashed potatos!
They really need a change of heart and mindset.
If you don’t mind,
I’ll skip the chicken. Eat at home!
Try out the Cave man diet.
I take a snooze on butterfly rock tired of talk.
Think my friends should try this tree of life fruit,
Plato recommends it for leasing youth
And soon, I think he’d take it with him to his world.
I recommend organic in the remembering
of eating forbidden fruit and pie.
From Robertson Horn, and Stuart Falls
a gathering and cocooning
like a house of Isarael moving golden calves
Driving out this Orcan Breed
Again I change the channel to suit my needs
Return to showering in Stuart Falls
to bathing with Robert looking down
Listening for High Queen Susan
to blow her horn.