Ruv Draba
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This doggerel dedicated to Diana and Bigb:
I dropped a trip the other day,
(For me, that's rather odd).
I wasn't trying to rebel,
But have a chat with God.
Cos meditation didn’t work
-- it's dumb as one hand clapping,
And pray'r just gave me creaky knees --
But drugs might catch Him napping.
I got my square of blotting-wad
And sucked it like a bub,
I hoped to see some cherubim --
Or 'least a burning shrub.
At first it made me sweat and pace,
My pulse went to the moon.
My mouth took on a metal taste --
Like sucking on a spoon.
I tasted blue and smelled a sneeze,
And thought that I could fly.
I stared so long right at the sun,
It burned out half my eye.
I felt my skin was sloughing off,
And hair grow from my ears.
I learned the earth is really flat --
The curve's in our corneas.
And all the trees are upside-down --
Their roots are in the sky.
And dogs and cats and birds and rats
All dream of pecan pie.
And while my friends were chasing me,
I’d run and rave and chortle --
If that is what God’s mind is like,
I’d rather someone mortal.
I dropped a trip the other day,
(For me, that's rather odd).
I wasn't trying to rebel,
But have a chat with God.
Cos meditation didn’t work
-- it's dumb as one hand clapping,
And pray'r just gave me creaky knees --
But drugs might catch Him napping.
I got my square of blotting-wad
And sucked it like a bub,
I hoped to see some cherubim --
Or 'least a burning shrub.
At first it made me sweat and pace,
My pulse went to the moon.
My mouth took on a metal taste --
Like sucking on a spoon.
I tasted blue and smelled a sneeze,
And thought that I could fly.
I stared so long right at the sun,
It burned out half my eye.
I felt my skin was sloughing off,
And hair grow from my ears.
I learned the earth is really flat --
The curve's in our corneas.
And all the trees are upside-down --
Their roots are in the sky.
And dogs and cats and birds and rats
All dream of pecan pie.
And while my friends were chasing me,
I’d run and rave and chortle --
If that is what God’s mind is like,
I’d rather someone mortal.
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