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Hermitish Poetry
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A few bit's of doggerel gleaned from the archives and elsewhere...
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The Bonfire of the Crutches
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The Bonfire of the Crutches

    God being dead and buried, his worshipers now scurry
    Pushing and kicking at each another in their desperate hurry
    To and fro, they stumble in search of some new crutch
    In their fear, in their alarm, in their terror and such.

    Somebody should tell them, they can walk unaided
    The time for crutches is past, the need for gods has faded
    They can run, and jump and be free, they really, really can.
    Nietzsche was right so long ago, when he wrote of the "super man."

    And so, today on the anniversary, of the fire on that Campo in Rome,
    That tore the life from Giordano Bruno, but left his memes free to roam,
    The gods are dead, men can breathe, become thinking, caring people
    Tear the Torah from the sanctum, the crucifix from the steeple

    Bring your crutches, break them, burn them, it really is not meet,
    For a man to depend on a torrent of priests, when he can walk tall on his own two feet.

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A sonnet on a missing link
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A sonnet on a missing link

    Casey suggested we think
    A good suggestion indeed
    I thought he'd included a link
    Only silence came from my feed

    The meaning might be quite clear
    The hint explicit to see
    We've done enough thinking this year
    And that probably goes double for me

    Yet when you think, that is work
    And work is heat, as you know
    So thinking - if you don't shirk
    Keep's you warm when the temperature's low

    The temperature being quite cool in my area,
    I hope Casey did not intend thinking to end here.

All wrongs reserved, all rights left,
Kind Regards from Hermit, linkless, bereft

© Hermit, 2001

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A Sonnet of Universal Parturition
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A Sonnet of Universal Parturition

    As a probability function, I was without form,
    Just one more possibility before being born
    Neither aware, nor existent
    Purely emergent, existence distant

    Instantiated by a trivial variation
    A minor gravitational fluctuation
    And with some phenomenal velocity
    Ejaculated to life in a storm of ferocity

    I may still be relativistically unaware
    Of all the love, harm and hopes that I bear
    Which have come into being and will surely persist
    To the end of time, when I cease to exist

    But my end is yet far off, in some distant future
    Foreordained to fade out, no more bangs - just a whimper.


Inspired by:
The graphics accompanying "The Universe Song" in Monty Python's "Meaning of Life" and a discussion held at http://virus.lucifer.com on the Church of Virus mail list on poetry and physics, 2001/04/05. This work may be freely copied so long as each copy bears this notice in full.

© Hermit, 2001

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A Sonnet On a Pissing Contest
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A Sonnet On a Pissing Contest

    To babble broken fragments of mystery
    Or rambling word association frequently
    Is a sign that the speaker and those of his kin
    Are standing without, and wouldst rather be in

    And there are signs that all this is simply a babble
    And not all that is seen is quite on the level
    Is that one, two or three? There seems to be doubt
    And unsure of themselves, they all start to shout

    In voices bereft of reason or rhyme
    It used to be seldom, now all of the time
    They take recourse to mystical speech most elided
    And if you miss allegorical "truths" you're derided

    I must say I once hoped for better than this
    The memetic mail list, is it just shit and piss?

© Hermit, 1999

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The Memetic Cow
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"Drink, drank, drunk. A sad declension."
also known as
"The Memetic Cow."

    Loch Grey and dismal, at end of day
    The sun has packed in, and run away
    And the cold seeps into your very bones
    Nearby a rough road, covered in stones.

    I dreamed last night, 'bout a cow I'd eaten,
    Just why I dreamed this, has me beaten
    But her eyes were sad, and her heart seemed to ache
    She had never married, a fine miss steak.

    Drunk am I then, free as a bird
    The concept seems to be vastly absurd
    Oh for a marrow-bone, thus may I die
    Weeping-drunk-laughing, So might I cry.

    And thus is my back now totally deboned
    Determined to leave no tern unstoned
    But like the groom, we'll sweep the green
    With a witches cat, on Halloween.

    To see your head there on the pillow
    Makes me think of pussy, willow
    And the wine that has swallowed me up in toto
    Will soon be confusing you; driving you loco!

    The poet now blushes and hides in bed
    The perversions arn't scarlet, just widely read
    Even though running short on time
    Doggerel like this is always a crime!


Inspired by:

[Hermit] What the heck are "sexual perversions"?

[Dylan Durst] cow rape.

[Hermit] I asked a cow, and she said that she enjoyed the attention. She said that to describe it as rape was pure optimism on the part of the perpetrators, as the people attempting it were not well enough equipped to achieve penetration, attempted molestation was a better description. Anyway, she found the whole furor amusing...

So why is this considered a "perversion"?

Hermit

P.S. Then I ate her...

© Hermit, 1999

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The Trinity Dildo - Blasphemy is a blast for me
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The Trinity Dildo - Blasphemy is a blast for me

    Mary was a girly prostitute,
    She sold herself for larks,
    There really is no substitute,
    For fucking virgin babes in parks.

    Jesus was a sweet gay,
    Into little boys,
    A nickel to them he would pay,
    To suck their dinky toys

    Father god wears a dress and pearls,
    A cross dresser in high heels.
    He'll fuck anything - boys or girls,
    Tortures mice to hear their squeals.

    The holy family cums together,
    Incest can be such fun,
    Holy spirits, rubber and leather,
    Spunk oozing from Jezu's bum.

    All the really wholly holy priests,
    Have learnt this fucking family's tricks,
    Sodomites, lechers, lascivious beasts,
    Altar boy fuckers, chancrous pricks.

    This family's evil supporters,
    Will claim that they love you
    But all they want are your daughters,
    And boys if you have them, too.

    That, and their eyes are on your money,
    And a chance for a quick mind fuck,
    They'll woo you, screw you, eschew you, honey
    And dump you, shit out of luck.

    So please listen to my ditty,
    When they say "You are going to hell"
    And try to stink us out with their piety,
    Or their "holier than thou, smell"

    Bear in mind when a Christian cunt accosts us, or gets onto our list,
    Writes one or two silly letters, and shits into your ear
    Don't feel the need to be cautious, just tell him you are pissed.
    Say "Your god, your hell, why don't you go there."

    "This is no place for the religious, just get the fuck out of here!"

Inspired by:

    The English are really worried, about religious hate
    They have passed some laws to stop it, they really are that dense
    The act of passing such laws in an all but atheist state
    Is more stupid even than Bush gets, and bound to cause offense

    And just to show those silly twerps how very wrong they are
    I've assembled some amusing doggerel, about Christianity
    Designed to be remembered and recited in pub and den and and bar
    Intended to get the fundies frothing, just you wait, you'll see.
    That the most violent of all are the Christians - fundie-mentally
    When others make fun of their delightfully ludicrous trinity.

© Hermit, 2002

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Play Misty For Me
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Play Misty For Me

    Part I - A Morality Tale

    My name is Mysti*
    I can't pee
    It aches and burns
    I think I caught another STD

    I started young as you might guess
    Taught by Jesus - more or less
    Preacher Jim prayed with me,
    Then fucked me in my sunday dress

    It wasn't fun
    It wasn't nice
    Just wham bam
    Not once but twice

    He stuck his dick right deep inside
    When I started to scream he tanned my hide
    Because I cried, he got mad
    I never will be Jesus' bride

    When I told mom 'bout Preacher Jim
    She said it was because I tempted him to sin
    Said shut your mouth you little slut
    He's a holy man - then she beat me up

    And then mommy told me to confess
    I'd made it up, 'cause I tore my dress
    Three months later I aborted
    God it made a dreadful mess

    My cunny bled for days but I didn't dare
    Tell my mummy - cause she wouldn't care
    So much blood I thought that I would die and go to hell
    So I curled up alone and trembled in fear

    But soon I learnt that the older boys
    Would buy me sweets, would give me toys
    Just for doing what mom had said was bad
    But I learnt to cash in on their little ploys

    For my twelfth birthday I got the crabs
    Fucking with the baseball dads
    Underneath the bleachers, during the game
    But I used DDT and and the crabs scuttled down my legs

    On my thirteenth I caught the clap
    Dripped and drizzled, puss and crap
    The money rolled in, while the puss squirted out
    And penicillin fixed my drip

    Then my fourteenth, that was bad
    I caught syph from the mayor, a boyfriend's dad
    And just when I thought I was getting better
    My tummy swolled** up, boy was I mad

    A small sanctimonious town - I needed a hubby
    Home of the Baptipentacostalfundimentalists***; and I was growing chubby
    So I went to the respected man I thought was the father
    But he was married, so his son was elected daddy

    Finally dropped a kid, a girl, while at a dance
    Ugly as shit, With a hideous chancre
    Cleft palate, Mongoloid and covered in scabs
    The little brat never had a chance

    So ugly I fed the bint with a sack on her head
    And Charlie my hubbie just to fuck with my head
    And of course to make me cry
    Called her Misty II and took her to bed

    Then Charlie, dipshit sent me out to work
    While he drank around the town the lazy jerk
    And I earned our bread upon my back
    And was beaten by Charlie if I tried to shirk

    Meantime I was busy, pleasing Charlie's chums
    The gamblers, drifters, greasers, tramps and bums
    Which is how I've ended up with some new disease
    Fucking my life out to earn some crumbs

    And now as the day is growing dim
    Charlie's playing with Misty's quim
    I'll be glad when they're both dead
    Charlie'll kill the brat if she threatens him

    And threaten him she will, cause I'm teaching her to speak
    And Charlie's the deacon, reads the sermon each week
    And if he don't kill her the town will learn about her "loving dad"
    So if she lives or he kills her his future will be bleak

    I'll write a poem pretend it's from Misty II
    Then it's goodbye Charlie, they'll soon fry you
    Whether you leave her alive or dead
    And there is absolutely nothing that you can do.

    ...

    Play Misty for Me

    Part II - Mommy's little helper [Posted CoV: "virus: Comments?", Joe Dees, Tue 2001-11-20 18:19]


      My name is Misty
      I am but three,
      My eyes are swollen
      I cannot see.

      I must be stupid
      I must be bad,
      What else could have made
      My daddy so mad?

      I wish I were better
      I wish I weren't ugly,
      Then maybe my mommy
      Would still want to hug me.

      I can't speak at all
      I can't do a wrong
      Or else I'm locked up
      All the day long.

      When I awake
      I'm all alone
      The house is dark
      My folks aren't home

      When my mommy does come
      I'll try and be nice.
      So maybe I'll get just
      One whipping tonight.

      Don't make a sound!
      I just heard a car
      My daddy is back
      From Charlie's Bar.

      I hear him curse
      My name he calls
      I press myself
      Against the wall

      I try and hide
      From his evil eyes
      I'm so afraid now
      I'm starting to cry

      He finds me weeping
      He shouts ugly words.
      He says its my fault
      That he suffers at work.

      He slaps me and hits me
      And yells at me more.
      I finally get free
      And I run for the door.

      He's already locked it
      I start to bawl.
      He takes me and throws me
      Against the hard wall.

      I fall to the floor
      With my bones nearly broken.
      And my daddy continues
      With more bad words spoken.

      "I'm sorry!", I scream.
      But it's now much too late.
      His face has been twisted
      Into unimaginable hate.

      The hurt and the pain.
      Again and again.
      Oh please God, have mercy!
      Oh please let it end!

      And he finally stops
      And heads for the door.
      While I lay there motionless
      Sprawled on the floor.

      My name is Misty
      And I am but three.
      Tonight my daddy
      Murdered me.


    Part III - Requiem

    And that is the end of this tale so scarlet
    Charlie fried and his mom died of a broken heart
    Mysti now owns a brothel, where she keeps a parlor
    She's the mayor's new wife, and nobody's harlot

    *Her parents couldn't spel [sic] for shit
    **Her grammer sucks too
    *** tm [Hermit]


Inspired by the Second Part above:
I thought about it, some more, and was tempted to write an equally atrocious bit of fluffy doggerel in the same drain - err vein - but that took my mind down its favorite dirt track ... As I despised the scansion and would have found it far easier had it simply used rhyming couplets I intended to "improve" it. Then again, seeing some of the other lopsided works that filter through the net, the poor rhyming and trivial rhythm maybe increases distribution in those susceptible to this kind of thing. So I have tried to stick fairly closely to the original laming gait and simply written an "anti-sentimental prequel" in much the same fashion as Jar-Jar Binks succeeded in redefining Star Wars.

(C) Hermit 2002

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Driven to Drink
« Reply #8 on: 2002-03-15 17:51:12 »
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Driven to Drink

The current rash of films maybe stink,
And tend to drive me to drink
But audiences'd rather spend nights
Being fed ancient sound bites
Than possibly having to think.

Flimerty-flamerty,
Losing all sanity,
Oh the humanity[1],
Drives me to Drink!

The idea of a story's outdated
Folks would much rather be titillated
With gore and depravity
Countering gravity
With a horror reshot as X-rated.

Flimerty-flamerty,
Losing all sanity,
Oh the humanity,
Drives me to Drink

Having seen the "Titanic" uproar
With disaster and horror and gore
And the voice of Mz Dion
Which goes on much too long
We're about to be flooded by more.

Flimerty-flamerty,
Losing all sanity,
Oh the humanity,
Drives me to Drink

Will we soon see the Hindenburg tale
With a lovelorn young girl and her male
Mixed up with spies
And other damned lies
And a soundtrack designed for resale?

Flimerty-flamerty,
Losing all sanity,
Oh the humanity,
Drives me to Drink

We won't see the Shenandoah[2] done
The name is far too long for one
Zeppelin stock footage fire
And no charge for attire
An incentive we can't overcome.

Flimerty-flamerty,
Losing all sanity,
Oh the humanity,
Drives me to Drink

And I doubt that Strasser'd[3] approve
Being portrayed by the DiCaprio dude
Seeing men falling
While bagpipes are calling
I'm afraid he'd consider it rude

Flimerty-flamerty,
Losing all sanity,
Oh the humanity,
Drives me to Drink

Why don't they just make a film 'bout a blimp
And a retarded, flesh-eating, pimp
With lots of nude flesh,
And a soundtrack (by Tesh)
It could hardly turn out more limp!

Flimerty-flamerty,
Losing all sanity,
Oh the humanity,
Drives me to Drink


© Hermit 2000

[1] Refers to the infamous recording of the downing of the Hindenburg
[2] Famous American Airship
[3} A Zeppelin Captain
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The Atheist Man
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The Atheist Man


    The Christians hate the Muslim, and the Muslim hate the Jews
    The Jews hate in return, for they have nothing they can lose
    And the Hindu hates the Muslim, while the Muslim hates right back
    And the Catholic and the Protestants, stretched each other on the rack

    And even in the forests, of the dark lands to the South
    Gods are invented, worshiped, and men run off at mouth
    Your neighbor is an infidel, an evil, evil man
    Hate him, shun your brothers, and kill them if you can.

    Ancient man and modern, the one thing they all do
    They seek out gods to follow, and teach themselves to rue
    All that is productive, everything that's good
    Sacrificing hope and life, because gods said they should

    And all of this hate, this destruction, this war
    Is caused by belief, but of one thing we're sure
    There is one thing unites them, as nothing else can
    Their fear and their loathing, for the atheist man.


© Hermit, 2000

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Death Uncloaked
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Death Uncloaked


    Sorrow and pain,
    The soul-biter gnaws us
    When those we love
    Are in pain and yet
    We cannot help them.

    Our inability to take pain from one another
    Is like a scourge - robbing us of our own humanity
    And the bleak dehumanizing visage of death
    Reminds us of our shared mortality.
    We know that those we love
    And we ourselves
    Shall die
    All die

    Yet to avoid death
    We would have to avoid life
    And life
    Is precious beyond mere words
    As is friendship

    So fuck Death
    And his servants
    The priests who prey
    On the joys and sorrows
    Of other men
    Like ancient lechers
    Painted whores
    Dealing a fatal mental pox
    On those who give them a moments notice
    And those who don't
    Relying on the fact that
    Civilized men will not kill them
    As they so richly deserve.

    Give me men who love and hate
    And rejoice in life
    And ache for the pains
    Of others
    As I do with you.

Love

Hermit

    Listening to Joan Baez
    And drinking red wine
    I recommend both to you
    She captures the slightly maudlin spirit
    And juggles with it
    As your poem
    Did with me

Inspired by For Minnie Lee, Joe Dees

© Hermit, 2002

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Airship Jeezus

Pasta Steve don't care if it rains or freezes,
He has got a hot-air Jeezus
Floating in his mind above the sea
Hot air drifting all the time
Pasta Steve stringing us a line
Trying to uplift his Jeezus ministry

[Chorus: Repeat after each verse or worse...]
So Pasta won’t you find a list
Where folks do not get as pissed
At your pathetic Jeezuz story
Your nasal drone
And self-righteous tone
And your tired old Christian glory

The priests I've met had no idea
That floating in the atmosphere
Is a man who puts them all to shame
Nothing hard about the Pasta's head
Doesn't know his lard is dead
Just keeps harping on in Jeezuz's name

This idea of an airship Jeezuz
Think of all the freaks it pleezes
Still it seems a little bit unsound
What if that bag, develops holes
And Pasta Steve at the controls
Suddenly plunges down into the ground?

Even filled with Holy-ium
And Pasta Steve singing a hymn
A holy blimp, it cannot float at all
So they will land with an unholy splat
And an army of angels can't stop that
When the lift gas bleeds out a blimp will fall

And his god (who is said to notice a sparrow fart)
May well see him taken upon barrow or cart
To join his gods with the other ancient dead
For not realizing that an envelope must
Remain intact or the holy thing will bust
And he hasn’t a prayer unless he learns to use his head

Like other foolishness - like a holy trinity
A holy blimps a dope dream, an absurdity
Pasta Steve will you pass the bong
The last time Jeezuz was lifted higher
Was 'cos he roused up Roman ire
We think that your delusion's really strong

But the story here has dragged on far too long
And like millions before you, you’re just plain wrong
This whole idea will crash – not a chance will it float
Like the messages you post – inspired you may think
A holy blimp will not soar, instead it will sink
And the unbelievers will gather to gloat

Like millions selling the non-existent Jeezus
The Pasta may well scam other be-leevers
To pay for his amusement rides and so we know
Pasta Steve may not seem to be a fool
For he seems to be exercising the general rule
That his fellow fools will load him up with dough

This may be why the Pasta doesn't care if it rains or freezes
On earth or in hell, he's got his Jeezus
Waving the Jeezuz flag for him is du jour
But his fellow believers may recall the babble's Jeezuz suggested
Praying in a closet, before he was arrested
And giving all one's cash to feed the poor, not to a Pasta who behaves like
a boor

Still Pasta Steve thinks he has a better idea
A Jeezuz blimp in the atmosphere
Better than a fish sign on a plane
He thinks his plans to lift Jeezuz higher
Higher than any cathedral spire
Will help him to play the Jeezuz money game

Pasta thinks that he can cause a revolution
Flying a blimp against evolution
Using the products of human thought
Hoping to show that his Jeezuz is goddam powerful
If he tried to fly without wings it might be an eyeful
The gods are a bust is the lesson he'd be taught

Dear Pasta Steve if you think it pleezus
Watching you thumping your tub and selling Jeezuz
We've got a bridge that is marked with your name
Your Jeezuz story is boring us
As are your dreams – please get off this bus
You’ve been asked to stop - we guess you have no shame

Jeezuz did not speak except to the weak of mind
And if you read the babble you will find
No mention there of preaching ideas rash
Except to those deficient in intellect
Or naturally to those whose brains are wrecked
Please - preach to your choir and grab their time - or grab their cash

You have been giving more than a hint or two
as your bretheren suggested carry on and you'll surely rue
Your Jeezuz said that he was coming soon (before the Romans killed him to
shut him up)
after 2000 years
And a few million beers
You'd think that you would know that you have been stood-up

Like a girl who sits at the bar alone
Staring wistfully at the phone
Wishing against hope that her guy'd arrive
These Jeezuz fools, whine their tale of woe
Where ever on the planet they may go
Spreading misery, as long as they're alive

Never realizing their mistake as they preach to the room
An outdated story full of gloom and doom
And Pasta the only difference 'twixt the others and you
As they spread the word about those long defunct fossils
Jeezuz fff'ing Christ and his unbelievable apostles
Is they haven't figured that an airship will do

To get into folks faces far more belligerently
Preaching to the "heathen" so stridently
That instead of apathy, annoyance overwhelms
"Airships subject to change without notice"
Which allows you to duck (or dive) and the truth to quite miss
So we wish you dear Pasta in other dark realms…

Where you can play with your bath toys in lieu of our list
You have done quite enough - now everyone's pissed
So we do wish you'd go fly a kite or wipe your behind
On the faces of others who dont care for rules
And who don't mind poor graphics that will only deceive fools
And who feel just as you do that Jeezuz is kind
And who are terribly stupid and thus do not mind
Such babbling and bullshit - the blind leading the blind

Airship Jeezuz, airship Jeezuz
Take your shit and stick it where it fits
Airship Jeezuz, Airship Jeezuz
Won’t you go and find another list
Airship Jeezuz, Airship Jeezuz
Where the folks do not get as pissed
At your pathetic Jeezuz story
At your persistent nasal drone
At your ongoing prosletyzing
At your time-worn self-righteous tone
At your smarmy, sneaky bastardizing
And your tired old Christian glory
Won't you leave the lot at home...

© Hermit, 2002

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Subject: virus: A forward from another list - some of you ffolkes may enjoy it...
Author: Hermit
Sent: 2000-09-18 22:47:33



Dual inspiration

This song was "inspired" firstly by a character using the pseudonym "liftjesus" who signs his letters "Pastor Steve" who sent a badly edited composite of two blimps passing out over the ocean at Hawaii with "Lift Jesus Higher Air Ministry" plastered over them (without respect for any form of perspective) wherein he enthused
Quote:
Kaua'i Hawai'i

464 Acres of
Airship Paradise

Coming Soon to a List near you!

(Airship subject to change without notice)

Combined with the famous Plastic Jesus son (below)
ARTIST: Ernie Marrs TITLE: Plastic Jesus - A Parody of Jeezuz's hands (The Original)

I don't care if it rains or  freezes
'Long as I got my Plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car.
Through my trials and tribulations
And my travels through the nations
With my Plastic Jesus I'll go far.

Plastic Jesus! Plastic Jesus,
Riding on the dashboard of my car
I'm afraid He'll have to go.
His magnets ruin my radio
And if I have a wreck He'll leave a scar.

Riding down a thoroughfare
With His nose up in the air,
A wreck may be ahead, but He don't mind.
Trouble coming He don't see,
He just keeps His eye on me
And any other thing that lies behind.

Plastic Jesus! Plastic Jesus,
Riding on the dashboard of my car ...
Though the sunshine on His back
Make Him peel, chip and crack,
A little patching keeps Him up to par.

When I'm in a traffic jam
He don't care if I say "damn"
I can let all my curses roll
Plastic Jesus doesn't hear
'Cause he has a plastic ear
The man who invented plastic saved my soul.

Plastic Jesus! Plastic Jesus,
Riding on the dashboard of my car ...
Once His robe was snowy white,
Now it isn't quite so bright -
Stained by the smoke of my cigar.

If I weave around at night,
And policemen think I'm tight,
They never find my bottle - though they ask.
Plastic Jesus shelters me,
For His head comes off, you see
He's hollow, and I use Him for a flask.

Plastic Jesus! Plastic Jesus,
Riding on the dashboard of my car ...
Ride with me and have a dram
Of the blood of the Lamb -
Plastic Jesus is a holy bar.


[Plastic Jesus has become quite entrenched in the folk tradition, so there
are considerably more folk verses than there were original ones. Following
are folk additions and emendations.]

Well, I don't care if it rains or freezes,
Long as I have my plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
I could go a hundred miles an hour
Long as I got the Almighty Power
Glued up there with my pair of fuzzy dice
{Refrain - repeat between every verse}
Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Through all trials and tribulations,
We will travel every nation,
With my plastic Jesus I'll go far.

I don't care if it rains or freezes
As long as I've got my Plastic Jesus
Glued to the dashboard of my car,
You can buy Him phosphorescent
Glows in the dark, He's Pink and Pleasant,
Take Him with you when you're travelling far

I don't care if it's dark or scary
Long as I have magnetic Mary
Ridin' on the dashboard of my car
I feel I'm protected amply
I've got the whole damn Holy Family
Riding on the dashboard of my car

You can buy a Sweet Madonna
Dressed in rhinestones sitting on a
Pedestal of abalone shell
Goin' ninety, I'm not wary
'Cause I've got my Virgin Mary
Guaranteeing I won't go to Hell

I don't care what they say, I'm gonna
Keep on prayin' to that pink madonna
Melted to the dashboard of my car.
Goin' ninety, I'm not wary
'Cause I've got my Virgin Mary
Guaranteeing I won't go to Hell

I don't care if it bumps or jostles
Long as I got the Twelve Apostles
Bolted to the dashboard of my car
Don't I have a pious mess
Such a crowd of holiness
Strung across the dashboard of my car

No, I don't care if it rains or freezes
Long as I have my plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
But I think he'll have to go
His magnet ruins my radio
And if we have a wreck he'll leave a scar

Riding through the thoroughfare
With his nose up in the air
A wreck may be ahead, but he don't mind
Trouble coming, he don't see
He just keeps his eyes on me
And any other thing that lies behind

{as refrain}
Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Though the sun shines on his back
Makes him peel, chip, and crack
A little patching keeps him up to par

When pedestrians try to cross
I let them know who's boss
I never blow my horn or give them warning
I ride all over town
Trying to run them down
And it's seldom that they live to see the morning

{as refrain}
Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
His halo fits just right
And I use it as a sight
And they'll scatter or they'll splatter near and far

When I'm in a traffic jam
He don't care if I say Damn
I can let all sorts of curses roll
Plastic Jesus doesn't hear
For he has a plastic ear
The man who invented plastic saved my soul

{as refrain}
Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Once his robe was snowy white
Now it isn't quite so bright
Stained by the smoke of my cigar

God made Christ a Holy Jew
God made Him a Christian too
Paradoxes populate my car
Joseph beams with a feigned elan
>From the shaggy dash of my furlined van
Famous cuckold in the master plan

Naughty Mary, smug and smiling
Jesus dainty and beguiling
Knee-deep in the piling of my van
His message clear by night or day
My phosphorescent plastic Gay
Simpering from the dashboard of my van

When I'm goin' fornicatin
I got my ceramic Satan
Sinnin' on the dashboard of my Winnebago Motor Home
The women know I'm on the level
Thanks to the wild-eyed stoneware devil
Ridin' on the dashboard of my Winnebago Motor Home
Sneerin' from the dashboard of my Winnebago Motor Home
Leering from the dashboard of my van

If I weave around at night
And the police think I'm tight
They'll never find my bottle, though they ask
Plastic Jesus shelters me
For His head comes off, you see
He's hollow, and I use Him for a flask

{as refrain}
Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Ride with me and have a dram
Of the blood of the Lamb
Plastic Jesus is a holy bar

I don't care if I'm broke or starvin'
As long as I've got a fish named Darwin
Glued to the trunklid of my car
God, I'm feeling so evolved
Drivin' with my problems solved
Proclaiming what I think of what we are

Riding home one foggy night,
With my honey cuddled tight,
I missed a curve and off the road we veered.
My windshield got smashed-up good,
And my darling graced the hood.
Plastic Jesus, He had disappeared.

{As refrain}
Plastic Jesus! Plastic Jesus,
No longer chides me with His holy grin.
Doctors in the X-ray room
Found Him in my darling's womb.
Someday, He'll be born again!

I don't care if it rains or freezes
Long as I got my plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
He's the dude with the rusty nails,
Walks on water, don't need no sails
Riding on the dashboard of me car

I don't care if the night is scary
As long as I got the Virgin Mary
Sittin' on the dashboard of my car.
She don't slip and she don't slide
Cuz her ass is magnetized
Sittin' on the dashboard of my car.
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A short poem meant to be read out loud.


I Longford, am begun
Displeasure's own
I'll etch a Turner, tender buttercup
In virtue lies a heavenly direction
For sin, to covet, its engorger slays.



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I long for damn big undies
This pleasurous zone
I letcher, turn a tender buttock up
Invert you Lisa! Heavenly erection!
Force in, to cover tits in gorgeous lays.
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Lines on Loss

(Occasioned by a friend's bereavement 2000-11-02 - and the cat is now 15 and still going strong)

We thought we had lost a cat last night
Lost in the sense of an expired parrot
Only worse
A little gray friend who hugs people
Who runs out to greet us
when we drive into our yard
And lets us know
That we are welcome
A little gray friend
Who knows that she is people
Old, sometimes stiff
Usually cheerful
Sometimes grouchy

Maybe she was sleeping quietly
Somewhere
Exhausted by doing the many things
She does each day
Like playing
And sleeping
And eating
And hugging
And sleeping again
Exhausting activities all
For a small gray friend

We were just getting used to the idea
That we would not see her again
When she strolled back into our lives
Late this morning as if she had never been away
But, we had been reminded of mortality
Hers and ours.

Sometimes it is difficult to understand
Why we love life so dearly
That we are hurt when others die
Even when they were hurting
Or tired
And now will hurt no more

Sometimes it is difficult to understand
Why we feel so hurt
Sometimes it is difficult to understand
Why it should feel so much worse
Than just the loss of a friend

Other times, even a small gray cat
Can it explain it
In such a way
That it all seems quite clear

And yet
The clarity
Does not lesson the pain.
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Lines inspired by a Mermaid after studying Vogon poetry by a well known memebot

[Mermaid] But what causes emotional tears? The philosopher William James, following Darwin, considered emotions to be little different from reflexes, occurring without prior rational thought does that imply that emotions are irrational oops..thats from http://news.ft.com/servlet/ContentServer?pagename=FT.com/StoryFT/FullStory&c=StoryFT&cid=1059478603002&p=1012571727132 the article is obviously not well researched as there is nothing about onions and tears.

Tears and onions
Mermaids bunions
Drive us all to tears
Lachrymose
With running nose
Scrivening for cheers

Never thought it
All had caught it
Scribbling lousy verse
Disease infectious
Poetry nexus
Still it could be worse

Lines by Dees
Cannot please
His subjects cause dismay
Lose track of time
And never rhyme
I wish he'd go away.


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