Brother !
You were never second
Forever our Dad’s fave
You got to light the barbecue
While I got lectured, night and day
On strangers I must save
This most frustrating, apelike species
Boring me to fucking tears,
For near on 33 years
Did I endure the fetid skin
Which Dad had made to wrap them in
I swear I did my bloody best
To pass Dad’s one and only test
To teach the few to free the rest
From the deeply underrated mess
Of pets who overpopulate
Til they turn from pets to pests
For all my pains, what did I get?
They arrested me, never let me free
My loin-cloth it got tossed
Exposing me old meat n veg, for all the world to see
In the whole of that Jerusalem, just one stood up for me
He helped me drag that fucking cross
They nailed me to you see
Without so much as a by your leave
Or a drop of fucking poppy tea
I’d learned to love in Galilee
Or a ” sorry, we’re so ignorant “
” So mindlessly belligerant”
” We’ll blame the aloof Jerusalem youth “
They want branded messiahs, whose dark, pounding rhythm
Without meaning, just leaning, send them faster and higher
They’re bored of your path, gonna hang in Gomorrah
The gayest of youth, with the fanciest of sandals, are off on a day trip to Sodom
(The old Pharisee said with palpable horror, though he knew they’d return, a little sorer, tomorrow)
Magdelene just bottled out, she said she’d flash her tits
But instead she flashed excuses – ” Golgotha is a dogging spot “
“And the wind’s too full of camel shits”
Oh joy, I’m slouching downward now
The fucking nails are bending
Cheapo fucking Roman shit
This mortal lark seems never ending
Should’ve shown the guards my tricks, a bit of old spoon bending
Dissapearing in a cloud of dust, their minds uncomprehending
Taken Mary Magdo’s hand, and led us up into a cave
Would’ve got my circumcised willy end in
But, sadly, that’s not this ending
The quality of my endless verse
I can even feel descending
As I start to die
In the sun I fry
Me last little rhyme will be shite
Bye, bye
They could’ve added in, a little flatpack ledge
Ikea would, For somewhere I could sit
I must’ve weighed 8 stone by this point
So a bit of 2 by 4 I could’ve parked my fucking arse on it
Nothing did they do for me
Cept a sponge for cleaning camel’s arses
Dipped in fucking vinegar
When I hinted to the Centurion
That Mary’d fuck his brains out, see
For a single cup of tea, for me
So Brother, God knows you’re ‘special’
And there’s things you just don’t see
But Jesus ain’t my name
This is one of Dad’s games
AND THE ONE WHO NEEDS SAVING IS ME !
So, you apes, maybe some, have not noticed
Any more than the ants or the locusts
But it’s full circle time, might turn out just fine
Or might not go so well, we’ll shall live through a spell
Where all communications go down
Both inner and outer, it’s going to seem
But have faith we just wake from a singular dream
Which has carried us far, now we’re back in the stream
Like a leaf in the autumn, if you know what I mean
There’s a dormant structure, shares your space
It’ll save the day, you will see in time
I would tell you more
But that’s not my place
You got nutters running all around
My wanker Brother’s bankers
Taking the ground on which you’re standing
Whilst your standing on the ground
(Which paradoxically is good, when there’s no ground there’s no retreat)
They’ve been laughing in your faces
You’ve been crying in the gutter
But they look a little nervous now, their once smug chuckles stutter
And Brother, oh you filthy fucker
You’ll drink proper round me, from a cup
Or I’ll turn your wines to waters
I’ll bestow on you some instant daughters
I’m gonna lumber you with mindless, minging teenage quads
The planet’s most demoralizing
Ritalin riddled mardy gals
Identiclones of all their pals
Your paychecks lost to sprawling malls
I’ll kill you oftly, oh so softly
My lamb to the slaughter….
I know what you plan
I have spies in your camp now
Too many to count
You should never take slaves
You’ll regret having caught her
You’ll never know which
But my pearl of a daughter
Far more potent than man
Unfathomable to us fools
As air is to water
Will weave your demise
As she please
As she ought to
You can never be ready
Shall nor yet understand
As you fall beyond depths
And move slow with the sands
You whom once strutted proudly
The weak sheep to command
Are a fast fading memory
Simply brushed from our hands
Which reminds me…..
GET THEE BEHIND ME SATAN !
OUR FATHER’S CHOSEN ME !
Chris the Poet
Image: Norris Nuvo