I personally
Don’t think God was being sarcastic
On the cross
Or in the Bible.
People laugh sometimes
Like when they are kids
And someone doesn’t give them some candy
And they act as if it is
A crucifixion of sorts.
Which it kind of is
If it has to do with Glenn and the strawberry candy.
Glenn, I don’t think I took advantage
And it’s not your fault that I did not
Get to be a science puppeteer.
Anyway, only 5 cents
For something very yummy
Unless it is medicine for 25 dollars
Plus your wasted life keeping insurance.
They are saying you don’t care about the mice in your apartment,
But why else the crumbs.
Why else the court case on the drug store phone
which is being recorded for Judgement Day.
It will be so weird when the real Supreme Court
Turns out to be in a meadow somewhere
Near some trees,
Or at a restaurant where the good people
Always order oatmeal out of politeness.
A litmus test based on either
Random manners on a Saturday
Or the perpetual state of a human heart,
Destined to be found out as either
A fabric and liquid machine spewing acidic hatred
Or a galaxy too beautiful to behold except over some span of eternity.
Should I make this poem an epic poem,
And say that if you read it, you have to eat it,
In either paper format or shards of computer glass?
Otherwise you will be on the list for the curse of earthloss,
which is a real curse, you know, from an apple tree
That some people say they don’t believe in.
I don’t believe in apples, either,
Except at Christmas when people scatter the popcorn.
That is a reference to the great rhyme of game war junction,
Near the bad people’s monitoring system,
Where they watch the video tapes
Of grocery store transactions.
This poem was over a long time ago.
See if you can find the real last line.
You can’t, can you? Because the poem
Made you remember
That you have a bag of strawberry candy in the
Kitchen drawer labeled consortionism.
I have used that idea before, haven’t I?
Well people told me to recycle
Right when I most needed a plastic bag.
Except you think that might not be when I most needed the bag,
But that the other times were times
When I did have a plastic bag, so I did not notice.
Well that is why we should all be punished for everything we do.
They should call jobs “punishments,”
And when people turn 18,
They should go to school to help them decide
Where to go to be punished.
People are mad at me now and say life is already like that,
Except some people think school is like that
And not work, which is why the stupider people
Get paid for knowing about phones and subtraction,
but if you think a thought while staring out a window,
Your mom will find out and you can’t ever own a house.
It is from one of the other rule systems,
Enforced by secret shoppers that are traded among companies.
So we don’t really know who is who
When we are in our neighborhood.
The pharmacy people
Could be the cops
Who are following you
Because of the report from that guy
Who hummed the wrong way on the bench.
Well he is not necessarily from the political network,
Except by coincidentally being as offensive,
And having a name that they can’t spell,
Because they only know how to tear up things
Instead of calling someone with good news.
So here we are again,
Back to the whole main idea
That was challenged in the beginning,
Which was caramel sauce on fried bananas.