TO SIT, AS IT WERE, AT AN ELONGATED, PURITANICAL, RECTORY TABLE.......
PIGEONS////////
IN A ROW.......
CLOTHED IN INCANDESCENT WISDOM.......
SILENT........
RAPHSODIC.......HARMONIC........
UTTERLY PURITANICAL.........
COHESION ABOUNDING IN DRAB, BROWN SPLENDOR......
OXIMORONIC......TAINTED........
EATING MUSH.........JUST PORIDGE.........WITH CREAM.......
BROWN SUGAR TO MATCH THE MONK'S ROBES.........
HUNGRY..........
HUMAN........BUT NOT...........NOT REALLY HAVING ANY FUN........JUST MEDITATING AND RIGAMORTIS SETTING IN.....
BODIES STIFFENING WITH WISDOM.........
BUT NOOOOO FUN.........
LIGHTEN UP, BROTHERS.......
HELP IS ON THE WAY........
YOU MAY FEEL THE PASSION YET!!!
ALL IS NOT LOST.........
I HOPE.......FOR YOUR SAKES!
OMG! what a wonderful way to interpret the insanity you witness.....as a 'recovering Catholic' it is in NO way lost on me!
ReplyDeleteI could write a series of novels....but 1st, my quest is to get the Vatican to practice what it preaches...divest itself of all art & jewels & goofy hats....would
a.) solve world hunger
b.) pay for all of us 'touched' by that experience to get the appropriate therapy... courtesy of THEM picking up the friggin' tab!
Thank You for this.....all the more funny..knowing , that you couldn't POSSIBLY know! :)
Buddy McMahon