2002-12-09 - 2:03 p.m.
Celestial Ogleblat is here,
I've come to love the day, no fear
Even if the end is near;
I was born, no volunteer,
But still the wind and sea, my dear!
What's all this anarchistic jeer?
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What kind of music plays your end
As a wide-out shot portrays you then?
Happy, sad, indifferent?
Does the movie end or just begin?
You say you don't care, but will you then?
Will the earthworm be your only friend?
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Or when you die, does your spirit cease?
Will you be at peace?
Do you seek release?
Do you hold and squeeze
On your Buddhist knees
To your guilty pleas
with the karma cling-frees?
reincarnation is ill-at-ease
with drastic revisions across the seas
you could come back as a siamese,
or as an honorary member in a swarm of fleas,
or at best as a cow (without the mad disease),
are you really secure with options like these?
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Westernized versions of mystic milieus
Coming soon (for a fee) you can pick and choose
or be an agnostic there's always time to snooze
said the hare as the tortoise paid his steady dues
hey how about this here's a cheap seat ticket
you can be an athiest and risk hell with the wicked!
uh-oh! did he say "hell" in that judgmental tone!?
how dare he! how self-righteous! who put him on the throne!?
Nevermind, you don't believe in the absolute
I didn't believe in gravity and left my parachute
speaking to you now from this splat on the ground
say, could you direct me to the nearest town?
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