Entry for WC 28/01/14 |
WC Entry - 40 Lines It was true, after all, that the Lord God would come, with Vishnu and Buddha and a bottle of rum They'd sit round the table with Mohammed on high They'd all hit the bottle 'till the bottle was dry After a drink (or six, or seven) When the evening got dark and the clock struck eleven Buddha would break out the salted snacks Pretzels and nuts with a bottle of Jack At around one thirty Christ would arrive The clack of her heels as she walked up the drive Showing her legs, her tits and her ass The thing about Jesus - she brought the best grass They'd all light up and drink in the smoke And God would cough, and splutter and choke Mohammed would laugh, Vishnu would chuckle And God would sit lest his knees did buckle At three in the morning things would get crazy That Jesus Christ is one foxy lady Dancing half naked and dipping it low Buddha knows where he'd like to go As the sun comes up a little after six Christ will be busy, sucking Budd's dick Vishnu's passed out and God is asleep Mohammed is there being sick in the sink At eight am they all part ways Smelling of booze and eyes half glazed They smile and say that they'll do it again Their bodies groggy, their heads in pain It's true, after all, that none of this happened The whole scenario is totally imagined But in a thousand years where is the proof That every word here is not the real truth? Is truth in posterity? (but some lies are old) Is truth in the teaching? (but who says what's told?) Is truth in what's right? (but how do you define?) Is truth just what works? (so where is the divine?) At the end of the day when the sun starts to set Make up your mind, place all your bets The only way to know truth from lie - Close your eyes and gently die |