Is This?
Is This?
Is this what you wanted to know?
Is this what you wanted to hear?
Is this the message
You expected as
Revealed truth,
The summation
And culmination of
All the information
From generations of
Human existence?
If You?
If you were looking for clues,
If you sought intimations
About the nature of reality,
You’ve been barking up
The wrong tree,
You’ve been walking on
The wrong road.
Then again?
Then again, the remedy
Is plain, when again
You asked for an answer
That would explain the
Pain you feel walking
Around in the fog, in the sun.
There’s no need for a gun.
Perplexed?
Are you perplexed
By the complexity
Or are you simply vexed
By the direction your
Life has failed to take
And are you looking
For villains to blame
For your reticence
And hesitance?
If so, well then,
You have another think coming.
You want?
You want another song,
You want another tasty morsel?
You want an eternal embrace?
A special cartouche on the pharaoh’s
Tabernacle might give you all the
Instructions you need to go dancing
With dream cats and Republicrats,
Waltzing past tomorrow,
Guy Lombardo portraying Zorro
Mother Mary of the Immaculate Sorrow
Denied orgasmic bliss by rapacious angels,
Giving birth amid cacophonous creches,
Your tribulations are only minor tributaries
Lost amid the constellations, calling you down,
Like Bozo the Clown, with a doo-rag as his crown.
You want this?
You want this?
Then you know less
than I ever imagined.
Catastrophes whiffle
Past your noggin,
I can hear your arteries cloggin’
Don’t need to be an M.D. to see
Your demise written
Large across the skies.
Don’t do it!
Don’t do it!
Don’t turn on the tell-me-vision,
Don’t summon the old apparitions,
You are a faux magician,
Your incantations are lame,
Your spells are lacking in vowels,
Your consonants are inconsistent
With the time coordinates established
By Ludwig Von Bee and Wolfgang Em.
Time signatures apply ligatures
To the very carotid arteries of
The imperial bleats, in a heartbeat,
Skip, skip, skip, skip and go
Good night!
---Jack Oakes |
