I threatened to post another poem to give Big Jim the chance to return my recent 'compliments'. Here it is dude! Hit me with it - but remember, I am sorry for the insults (I was drunk at the time) and it won't happen again.
There's a one-eyed bloody idol
Impaled high on a tower
Near a lonely pyramid that guards a clown
Where a broken-hearted Bethelite
Tends the grave at dead-of-night
For the bloody god forever gazes down
Near the New World's western shore
A communion for the souls
Of patriarchs and princes did adjourn
They buried Joseph on that night
In panic for the coming light
And sealed the grave up, never to return
On some ordinary public road
In a beaten can of twisted knives
A corporation's offering strapped in
Slips into warm oblivion
With the loyalty of six million
But a missing card betrays a mortal sin
Has a daisy chain of sacrifice
Of picked and pierced stems
Spanned westward 'cross the desert and the plains?
Died and dried they've blown away
Tumbled in the sand that day
No stones or mourners stand by their remains.
Philo (I've never Kippled - why do you ask?)