Universe of Li(v)es
A weasel and a stoat
Seize life by its throat
And consider it as prey.
For each it does exist
And for each it does persist
And for each in its own exhausting way.
All creatures small and small
Welcome all in all
No chance to wear out your stay.
Small and smaller
It is all a tall order
And one not to be snubbed.
The ventriloquist
Is not to be missed
Like foreign movies that are subbed.
No need to dress
No need to impress
Dinner is always at eight.
There’s always a winner
And there’s always a sinner
And impossible to be early or late.
And a man who drips dirt
And an enforcer flirt
Who would not let the girls be,
(A potato’s every eye
And an earthworm’s every cry
Exclaim, “He’s way too dirty for me.”)
And also tens of others
Not one knowing its mother
An exquisite invite did receive.
Its pull was strong
And its arm was long
And impossible to deceive.
And those who stone
And steal dogs’ bones
And turn them to invisible dust
And claim they were there
T’ shave Jesus’ ass’s hair
An’ ensure a prophecy of must.
A terse wind blows in
Right through the skin
Straight to the matter of the heart.
Canceling win
No matter the begin
Till broken hope doth depart.
Its remnants called sin
Can’t help but win
Even before the start.
For the universe’s grin
From the begin
Can only play its scripted part.
Each guest briefly thought
It had been bought
But the thought flies away.
Or only that it’d been brought
And surely oughta ought
Enjoy its star spangled stay.
A cultivated palate
Shuns a salad
And calls for feta cheese.
Choices abounded
And every hound did
Exactly as it pleased.
Laughter tears air
But only one soul cares
For the order was fetid cheese.
This mistake is fatal
The defence is prenatal,
Lost chastity belt keys,
(Found by a flirt),
Propelled to the dirt
By a giant sneeze.
A child was born,
The flirt long gone
The mother long feeling unease.
The offspring grew
And all its friends knew
The origin of its hearing disease.
But the fetid guest
Wouldn’t let it rest
One chance is all you get.
The game had been played.
The server’s bed made
And lethal claws the winning bet.
The weasel and the stoat
As if by rote
Know the universe’s creed
For a bathroom’s roll
As a sacred scroll
Fulfils its cleansing need.
To sanctify
And to purify
All those hands of greed
And at a steady pace
And without undue haste
Transmute their concede.
White powder’s passed around.
Natural power does abound.
While brains and guts think long and easy.
Drumming sounds and stomachs churning
Hunting hounds with teeth a’burning
Eyes and ears seeking strong an’ sleazy.
Ragged fur and bloody fangs
Chilling snarls and discordant clangs
Castanets made out of vertebrae
Hold me breathless tight
For my orphan appetite
Forgets the make out of all foreplay.
Clash, smash, bang and bong
In a second it is gone
Replaced by a relic of a prayer.
Air filled with applause and awe
And a hammer, nails and saw
That witness the grace there.
Oh the weasel and the stoat
Hosts of this divine gloat
Their glances see all around
And need only one thing more
To be rid of their dirt floor
And their chains to this ground.
Oh the hubris, oh the pride
Climb on wings, become the bride
To the highest, the divine.
I bid you welcome from plan nine
Cracks a voice sounding divine
With slyness concealed by sublime.
So it goes and so it comes
The clarion and the drums
The heraldic that all hear.
The besot and the rot
The plot that can’t be stopped.
Oh darling hold me near
It’s oh so darkly clear
I can’t tell who or what to fear.
The good seems bad
And the bad seems good
There goes the neighbourhood.
The mountains are low
And the plains are high
And there’s no good place left to die.
There was a weasel
And there was a stoat,
Threw a party in a sunken boat.
They were amazed at what they found
After all their guests had drown.
The weasel and the stoat
In that underwater boat.
Can’t find two more breaths of air,
After all it’s only fair,
Just one for you and one for me
We’ll sail this boat for perpetuity.
And in perpetuity they embrace
Each others fangs
In each others face,
Each others claws
Each others hearts do rake,
And tearing flesh and tearing blood
And tearing bones do join the mud
And plan nine ascends to outer space
With naught left to deface.
And naught left to disgrace.
And naught left to erase.
Anywhere.