Boobie Stopped Clocks
(from Fernando Po, U.S.A., America's post-literate retreat to Plato's Cave)

The Boobies had a sun-dial which
Used shadows on a stone
To tell the time by light of day
Unless no sunlight shone
In which case they would wait for dark
And light of moon alone

A concept hard to grasp, indeed,
Since clouds at times obscured
The light of both the sun and moon
So Boobies just inferred
That Time itself just came and went
Like Death, which nothing cured

Of course the Boobie witch doctor,
More clever than the tribe,
Saw here an opportunity
To posit and describe
Some unseen spooks who possibly
Could change things for a bribe

So Boobies fed and clothed the priests
Who told them if they prayed
That Boobie girls would grow big breasts
And Boobie boys get laid
And if they didn't that just meant
That Boobies hadn't paid

But any Boobie fool who saw
The rigging of the game
And questioned both the spooks and priests
About their bogus claim
Soon found himself indicted, tried,
And roasted in the flame

The priests had friends with swords, you see,
Who offered to enforce
The "Will of Heaven" here on earth,
So some man on a horse
Agreed to join the Church and State
With no thought or remorse

Millennia have come and gone
Yet still the fatal crime
Of letting priests and kings conspire
Keeps Boobies in the grime
Who see the writing on the wall
But cannot tell the time

Michael Murry, "The Misfortune Teller," Copyright © 2008