Poetry on a Cheerless Day
Sound of lawn mower
Rang it rrrrat K23 LLLll
Rats. Rats. I’m not even
Anything but charmed with rats.
A chipmink sits on the stone skull every day.
Every morning at eight she gets the idea -
‘Zounds! It is morning and all must know.
This is my work.
My own. ‘
On the stone skull made of Okira giant cabbage
The chip (pronounced, I hear trrrirrrup minks-it is) minkskitis
Sounds out the very grand intentions of Moishe.
Proudly, and with deliberation the Ten Commandments are read,
Interspersed with thoughts of breakfast, perhaps?
Is there bread, maple seed left? Magenta Campion seeeeeet? SMAK!
And so one may hear the profound: Chip! Chip! Chip! Chip! Chip! Chip! Chip! So loud at eight in the a.m.
If I do not think of the chipmink
And the holy stone skull in our backyard
I will shriek
And be mad.
Today is a day for tedious complaint.
I don’t like to, but I have to.
My tax return is missing and I must write the government.
While I have heard of why my tax return is missing
I cannot fathom the insincerity and hypocricy
Of well paid people in Canadas’ bureaucracy.
I am too mad to write the government.
I might blast off and call them a fatuous fart,
Right when Christ Jesus became evident in technicolor (tm) as He
Dangled, bleeding, upon their immature, commercial breast.
If I call the immature, heaving indignant gouvernement a fatuous fart,
I might also let fly with the idea that they are a fuckingly fatuous fart,
Resulting in death by hydraulics trickery and prolonged torture.
And worse, they will rent out my toilet to the cannibals again.
So rather than scorn the tiny chip minskitis at her righteous endeavour by saying it is all her fault
I will listen, again (however it is delivered) to the original intentions of Judaism.
Love thy neighbor as thyself.
Do not covet thy neigbours’ ass. ( Or, actually its’ manure, too, since it costs six dollars a sack and the hard working agrarian will kill himself drinking too much beer).
I, your God, am the One God and there is no other God before Me. Love Jahweh as the only One.
Now this is for the gouvernement with its 20.5 kiddies in tow, because they only believe in an economy and not in G-d:
Thou shalt not steal.
Thou shalt not kill. (Even if someone coveted your veritable stable of donkeys, I tell you)
Now this is for the chipminkskitis:
Do not munch down the magenta campion before it is finished blooming,
because that is coveting thy neighbours ‘ ass. Believe you me, it is no laughing matter.
Honour your Father and your Mother. Now, especially, your Mother, without whom your wrongful lifestyle, sinful and disgraceful conduct, and minimum wage existence (shame!) would not have been possible.
You shall not commit adultery (this is hard for the government, but- try for us)
You shall worship no graven images.
You shall not take the name of the Lord in vain.
Remember the Sabbath Day, to keep it holy. I wonder if, one Saturday the chipminkess rests and does not enact the arduous tasks of the cantor on top of the rock skull made by an Okira swamp cabbage, in the veritable image of Moses.
Then I shall not start and wonder if someone is trying to break into the garage again.
You shall not bear false witness against thy neighbor. Therefore, especially since a tinyton might be listening, I was only joking when I suggested that avoiding adultery was hard for the government, but I bet you don’t like or accept fracking either.
Susan M. Risk August 6th, 2014