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by Brian Belge 2009
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These are thoughts that folks have pondered
Since the ooze got feet and wandered:
        Does God have a God to confess to?
        A Holier-than-Holy to say 'bless you'?
 
        Twenty-three feathers on a fish!
        Says the Cradle to the Dish
        And the Candle makes a wish.
                A wind as brisk as glue
                Blows the carillons askew.
                A Monkey builds a zoo.
And a Dwarf that weighs a ton
Wings a snowball at the sun.
 
The truth is lies are true.
Crimson blood is blue.
Christian! Muslim! Jew!
        Says the Wolf beneath the wool
        Milking tits beneath the bull
        Which the Monkey gives a pull.
                And the Dwarf that weighs a ton
                Hawks a loogie at the sun.
 
                These are thoughts that prey on people
                as they kneel beneath the steeple--
Does God have a God for a hero?
An Invincible, divisible by zero?
 
The Fates play bait and switch
Sings the Candle out of pitch
The bitch is in the ditch.
        Every dreidel runs aground
        In the conscious dream and drowns
        In the grave and spins around.
                 Says the Dwarf that weighs a ton:
                 Moon the Man but not the Son;
 
                Sing the song that can't be sung;
                Do the thing that can't be done;
It's easy... All You Need Is Love,
I, Me, Mine and You,
Help! and Love Me Do.
        Let the Cradle rock the blues!
        Let the Monkeys play kazoos!
        Let the carillons ring true!
 
        These are thoughts I thought I thought
        Perhaps more than I thought I ought---
                But if my God has a God to appeal to,
                She will be the One that I will kneel to.
 
                Feathers on a fish!
                Shouts the Cradle to the Dish,
                And the Candle throws the switch.
The snowball melts the sun.
The Dwarf goes on the run.
The Monkey skips-a-loo.
        Now dance as you know who
        Flings feathers at the zoo.
 
 
 
             
 

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