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I was sitting along In a godforsaken bar Somewhere on the lunatic fringes Of society On the bad part of town Over by railroad tracks Heading to hell As fast as I could drink it down Enjoying my lonely drink Drinking by my lonesome self With my partners Jimmy Dean, and the Walker brother And his old Granddad Just drinking and hanging With the Jack Daniel's gang A crazed bum With a thousand year stare Walks up to me He begins Muttering to himself Nutty nonsense Crazy words In a lunatic's voice He had the look Of one possessed By his own demons That only he can see Or hear Possessed by a secret knowledge Only he knew Despite myself I was fascinated By this lunatic's tale So, I stopped him And said So, what's your game Anyway The short little dude Stopped his insane prattle Starting at me With that thousand year old stare Just another washed up Lunatic Too many drugs Too many bad nights On the wrong side of life An acid causality from the 60’s Went out so far Down the LSD rabbit hole Never came back He looked at me And proclaimed his story He reared up And filled up the room And lifted the bar On his finger And stared down at me From the sky And said Since you asked I am God The alpha and Omega The real deal The original dude of dudes The sultan of Swing God of hosts And father of that Jesus dude But no one knows me Any more No one cares They think I am irrelevant They think I am dead They think I am a fairy tale From some olden, ancient time Some say I am dead Others think I should be dead That my work is done I looked at him Carefully now And what did I see An old man With that lunatic look But there was something else He was crazy Sure yes But perhaps he was the real deal I mean why not Why would not God be A lunatic wandering around loose Talking to low lives like me In a bar On the way to hell So, I looked at him And invited him to share His tale of woe God tells me Well, it's like this Many a year ago People believed in me But one day They quit believing in me And they went on without me As they left me My powers got weaker and weaker And so eventually I became What you see today A broken down drunk Hanging out Looking for a hand out Looking for some company Or at least a free dinner And he laughed and laughed And I looked at him And saw the beginnings of the end And the ends of the beginnings I saw a million planets Flash by A billion people A trillion sentient beings Thinking all at once Thoughts filled my head Lights flashed And I knew He was telling the truth But it did not matter In this day and age Of materialism God has no role God is truly dead And so, I bought him a drink And walked out of the bar Profoundly sadden by what I had seen God was dead And we had all conspired To kill him Long live God Published in Otherwise Engaged, Vol 1 2018
Hell is Here to Stay The angel of the lord Appeared on TV sets All over the world People woke up Expecting to see The usual suspects Talking heads Talking drivel Talking trash Instead A stern visage A stern old man In a dark suit He had a salt and pepper beard And long, dark black hair And piercing blue eyes Staring out From his stern face The eyes Piercing the soul Of all who listened The voice Of the angel of the lord Was like thunder And all over the world People tried to turn off Their TV sets To no avail Twilight light Zone Prevailed The angel of the lord Stopped swearing And said In a calm Deadly voice People of earth You know the lord By a billion names I am his spokesman We’ve realized There is the age of the TV And we must be able to reach You directly Before one or a million Could understand Now no one hears us For you are convinced We are dead Irrelevant Washed up A fraud Frankly speaking You all can go to hell And an evil grin Appears on his face As he says Can a fraud do this? And outside Thunder and lightening A star comes down And houses were blown away And everyone was Outside The TV set Was in the sky above The voice of the angel Of the lord Proclaiming Repent The end is near And now No more TV No more booze The rights to you Have been sold For to quote Frank Zappa You are all assholes You are all assholes All of you Little, mean little assholes Let me introduce My new business partner Satan, also known As the prince of darkness God and Satan Have agreed on a deal A thousand year Reich A thousand year of slavery For you My little human assholes For your sins, your arrogance Your foolish pride After a thousand years Of pure torture We will return To judge the living and the dead Most of you will remain in hell Some will be redeemed And allowed into heaven And now, back to your usual station Welcome to hell Satan said And laughed and laughed and laughed And the usual crimes resume The usual lies and deceits and shames For most people It made no difference They had been in hell For centuries For some It mattered The few decent people Left on earth Were condemned to join The masses For another thousand years Of toil and misery The bosses were happy Satan appointed them To continue to rule But no strikes No salaries And as much abuse As they could give out And so, the world turns and turns Following its way Around the sun And the sun Turns and floats Through space And the end was here And now No one could tell The difference anymore Hell was here to stay http://www.badnudes.com/issue3.4/poetry.html#aller