Graffitti / 12" x 17" / Prophecy Spoken by the Voice that Wasn't Heard

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Poem text:

I’m coming at you, man, with something to tell --
the pigsties are in good health
and the mermaid’s slurping the last drop of oil!
Each one of us is a holy roller
clapping our kids off to foreign lands
while God dances like a wino to the music of a mariachi band!
So much goes on in a time of war --
when the horny brother busts the cherry of his sister
the blood on the bedsheet pales compared
to the magnificent gore of battlefield slaughters!
O methinks Jesus maybe was King Hipster
half philosopher / half court jester
so me want him come down from his paradise of chubby cherubs and angelic elves
and tell his followers go fuck themselves.
What a mess they done made of things --
men in Oklahoma City pilot drones over Afghanistan
while worms grow fat feasting inside
the assholes of corpses washed away by dementia’s riptides.
Oh if only I could get on American Idol
me would sing about how Christian pols
not Muslim kids should get blown to bits in battle.

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Note at bottom:

poem by Papa Rock
image stolen from a painting by Jeramy Taylor

There's nothing a person with nothing won't do to trick others into believing he has something.