Friday, November 09, 2018
The Man Who Got Weak as a Kitten
In New Economy, the Physical-Sociological Team
called in.
called in.
But the women disregarded their astute
advisories, and babied him shamelessly.
Overmuch cooing, actually.
The men were unrelentingly embarrassed.
His wife.
Said.
“Kitten-Tiger! I‘ve had it up to HERE!"
The team reminded her that you marry
for better and for worse.
“Must be fuckin shitload of betters out
there making up for poor pitiful
asshole me!”
The team issued threats against her
language.
Warming all parties except her.
“Paint me Rebel!” screamed she.
“Where went those sweet lispers
of yesteryear?” sighed Dr Bertram
Hollisly-Mehq Diserray.
“Up the fat cook’s ass!”
The Oversight Group judged the
situation out of control, and
called in the Theologians.
Who got lost.
Still.
Labels: bureaucracy, change, Group-Think, psychology, sociology, theology, vulgarity
Sunday, March 25, 2018
The Theology Surround
-These babies look all cute, but they’re
as stinky as their poop!
-Original Sin! That’s a tough one!
-Just gotta be baptized. Not a biggie!
Give the priest a few bucks.
-How bout the Muslemmo ones?
-In blackest sin forever!
-That’s just too hard for a little baby!
-Uh huh? But if everybody acts like a fairy, where do we get?
-Hey! Thinking all about it gets too fancy.
The Eagles won the Super Bowl!
-That’s complicated enough for the both of us!
-It’s like a lot of shit ideas. You laugh them off and then a century goes by and…?
-Let’s give em another century! Why the fuck not?
Labels: conversation, intellect, Original Sin, Super Bowl, The Fall, theology
Thursday, September 03, 2015
Three Women
1
The woman who pushed you to higher
moral ground.
Usually by cheating in some form. Thus
she taught her lovers compassion and
humanity and forgiveness by frequently
switching.
Heaven's a cinch for those she gypped.
They owe her.
2
The singularly vicious woman alienated
everyone, but her family stuck. With the
penalty of early deaths for some.
Eventually, those left got her into an old
persons’ home where management
finally had to build her a special cottage.
There the staff approach in hazmat
suits since she has become physically
toxic.
3
The 24-7 Sweet Woman blessedly died.
Having done a lot of good! To most.
The rest decried the sugary.
Heaven agreed with the latter, inventing
a special plane outside the airy precincts.
Which the theologians haven’t discovered
yet in order to talk it to death.
Labels: cheating woman, heaven, nice woman, theology, vicious woman, women
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Wacky Bits
A Mormon employed to explicate
it. Annoyed in finally stating “Hey!
There are wacky bits
to every religion.”
Indeed so. And theologians fit-
ting them to a system rendering
the whole skatingly insane.
Labels: Christian, Mormon, religion, theology
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Fool to the Church
He read the letter as he dawdled outside Dr Abernathy's office.
"The old aristocratic saw was that the family sent its fool
to the Church. God help us but that's you. More to the point,
it's your absolute last chance. At least on my dime.
Drs Abernatathy and Swilp inform me that you're earnest,
and the finer theological points will come."
Once admitted by secretary “Icy” Eva, he felt reassured, for Abernathy smiled under massive eyebrows of snow. "That last moment of your sketch for the all-college diner? Your lisping What a meff, Iztopholez!" Wife and I still chuckling.
"Nothing offensive anywhere, I hope."
"Put your mind at rest. Even divines laugh and can
take a joke. What I really wanted to ask you...well to recommend something I could read...lend a little wit
to my sermons. Which are dull, I'm afraid.
And expected to be so." He frowned. Whitely.
"Couldn’t go wrong with Shakespeare for starters.”
“Ah yes! An hour a day. Lovely set in the rectory. Thank you.”
Later, skipping down a fertile lane, he told a mockingbird. “Send the fool to the church, by God! Then swooping from side to side of the pebbly surface, he imitated an airplane: “On his dime! On his freakin dime! If you got the freakin time, Shadrack, I got the dirty money. Check! Contact!
Now then, shall we bomb the Japanese?” The mockingbird
lost itself in a throaty staccato followed by majestic trills. “Those paper houses. Whoosh!”
He sat on a sun-baked rock. “Mr M-bird, no more
beautiful day ever! Ever!” Loam and roses carried on the breeze. The oaks stirred overhead. “It couldn't possibly be surpassed! Never!”
Now the girl from the inn made her quick way, skirt
swinging dapples.
"UnLESS...!"
He read the letter as he dawdled outside Dr Abernathy's office.
"The old aristocratic saw was that the family sent its fool
to the Church. God help us but that's you. More to the point,
it's your absolute last chance. At least on my dime.
Drs Abernatathy and Swilp inform me that you're earnest,
and the finer theological points will come."
Once admitted by secretary “Icy” Eva, he felt reassured, for Abernathy smiled under massive eyebrows of snow. "That last moment of your sketch for the all-college diner? Your lisping What a meff, Iztopholez!" Wife and I still chuckling.
"Nothing offensive anywhere, I hope."
"Put your mind at rest. Even divines laugh and can
take a joke. What I really wanted to ask you...well to recommend something I could read...lend a little wit
to my sermons. Which are dull, I'm afraid.
And expected to be so." He frowned. Whitely.
"Couldn’t go wrong with Shakespeare for starters.”
“Ah yes! An hour a day. Lovely set in the rectory. Thank you.”
Later, skipping down a fertile lane, he told a mockingbird. “Send the fool to the church, by God! Then swooping from side to side of the pebbly surface, he imitated an airplane: “On his dime! On his freakin dime! If you got the freakin time, Shadrack, I got the dirty money. Check! Contact!
Now then, shall we bomb the Japanese?” The mockingbird
lost itself in a throaty staccato followed by majestic trills. “Those paper houses. Whoosh!”
He sat on a sun-baked rock. “Mr M-bird, no more
beautiful day ever! Ever!” Loam and roses carried on the breeze. The oaks stirred overhead. “It couldn't possibly be surpassed! Never!”
Now the girl from the inn made her quick way, skirt
swinging dapples.
"UnLESS...!"
Labels: Fool to Church, seminary, theology
