CARICATURES OF MY REALITY

Oh, what a terrible calamity
That we should perish
In such splendid surroundings.

Fish-deep in a pond of our obscurity
I find redemption
From a pock-marked priest of salvation
Who draws caricatures of God's creations
For the local artist's guild
Which sells them at gilded auctions.

The stew served to me tonight
At the four-star soup kitchen
Needed a touch of salt
And an entirely new recipe.

I hold a carrot-top grasp of all this,
As i uproot all the fields around me.
Insinuated punishments
And park ranger banishments
Convince me to the truths
Held in this 350mL cup
I hold with one hand
As my doctor prescribed me
To loosen my bladder
And give him a dose
Of my reality.

copyright © 1994 Matte Elsbernd
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