Passover and Easter
Now that Passover and Easter are under the bridge, down the drain,
The people most affected by the Judeo-Christian experience, anyway,
Can get back to the business of whipping shit on their fellow man,
Especially those meekest of spirits,
Who try their damnedest to believe in turning the other cheek,
Doing good works, laboring, pro bono, in the service of the Lord,
Exemplifying, to apostates that, essentially, God is a merciful deity,
Not a jealous, murderous Cyclops, a sadistic misanthrope, at heart,
Even if they, themselves, harbor grave doubts
About whether there is such a place called heaven
And if, indeed, deliverance, grace, salvation, resurrection
Aren't just one numinous mirage, God's Ponzi scheme on high.
All of us sigh, knowing it's fend-for-ourselves again, as usual,
Until next April — our prolonged season of looking out for number one,
During which we'll do unto others what they'd do unto us...
A semblance of the golden rule according to Leviticus and Matthew,
Only do it first or get the shit whipped on you.
Can you imagine the confusion, were Passover and Easter to last all year?
04/13/09 - (1)
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