Poem -

SurreaL

 

The sign said:  Keep Austin Weird
so I filled the town with dehydrated corn kernels
set it on fire and stomped through its popcorn streets
yelling, "The Kingdom of Heaven is Fluffy ... ye bastids
The Kingdom of Heaven is Fluffy!"

Some folks accused me of being a prophet
So I cussed em out proper, saying,
"Don't you dare bare false witness to me.
I haven't made a profit in 10 thousand moons!"

But those who were hungry, did eat
and those who were constipated, did find relief
and were thus granted regularity

And The Naked Man did walk amongst us
and straightened the spines of each individual
so that their thoughts and emotions were clear
and flowed like warm soft oil
pure in a mind untainted

And the politicians did chastise themselves
And the nuns drank beer and smoked weed
And hooted at perplexed passing males
asking if they wanted a piece of this

And the police became like chaeffuers
And brought peace to drunken brawls
And nobody got arrested and nobody got shot
And nobody had to pay a huge debt to society

And dream became reality
And we founded our actions
on Love for each other
and all Gods creatures

And this is how, for those who care,
we keep Austin weird

- Gentle

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