"In every country and in every age, the priest has been hostile to liberty. He is always in alliance with the Despot abetting his abuses in return for protection to his own." — Thomas Jefferson

Boobie Genital Mutilation and Ritual Cannibalism
(from Fernando Po, U.S.A., America's post-literate retreat to Plato's Cave)

Like Abram prostrate on the ground
In Jewish tribal lore
George Dubya Bush "fell on his face"
Thus promising to score
Some skin from off his penis tip
So "GAWD" would not get sore

The Boobies couldn't get enough
They cheered and stomped and grinned
And held their bloody penises
(Appropriately skinned)
So "GAWD" and George could see at once
That none of them had "sinned"

Thus did the Church and State combine
In prehistoric days
And soon the Boobies learned to stage
Those awful Passion plays
Which featured killing Boobies in
Excruciating ways

And Cicero in Roman times
Inquired of something odd,
"Is there a man so mad who thinks
He drinks and eats a god?"
The mack'rel-snapping Boobies blushed
And answered with a nod

If eating flesh and drinking blood
Sounds like a lousy deal
Consider Neolithic times
When savages would steal
A cave man from a nearby tribe
And make of him a meal

Since dinners in those bygone days
Were far apart and few
A dead piece of organic meat
Made quite a hearty stew
To dimwit troglodytic brains
It seemed the thing to do

But still some lazy cave man types
Declined to toil like beasts
They shunned the work of killing foes
And serving them at feasts
So some forgotten con man thought
Of parasitic priests

Someone would have to say the words
Someone would have to curse
Someone would have to gather beads
And drop them in his purse
For later use in living high
While others fared the worse

And so the classes formed at once
With kings and priests on top
And all the others down beneath
With nothing left to stop
The sword and "GAWD" from draining them
Of every living drop

Two thousand years of eating fish
On Fridays hasn't changed
The need for human sacrifice
Felt by the more deranged
But only caused the ghouls to have
The menu rearranged

And so, in time, some Jews returned
As strangers, like before,
To claim what local Gentiles owned
Igniting strife and war.
But this time, Empire smiled upon
Apartheid's viral spore.

Once more some skin from off the dick
Proclaims a mythic "deal"
Between an old Jew and a Spook
A "covenant" to steal
From Muslims who clip their dicks, too,
Yet still must bow and kneel.

This Boobie Abraham, it seems
Refused to take a stand
And tell The Great Big Spook that IT
Could go pound desert sand
And skin IT's own dick if IT wished:
The knife in either hand.

But mutual self-interest means
That Church and State defend,
In concert, any lie which serves
The Truth to break or bend.
And so the Golden Calf prevails,
Most likely till Time's end.

Michael Murry, "The Misfortune Teller," Copyright © 2005-2021