Third Trilogy of Poetry

Dear God (A Satirical Poem)

Dear God some people say you're not real
Others say you're a three in one package deal
Others say you see all but can't feel
Dear God are you out there
Everywhere
Or nowhere at all
Dear Jesus you were the son of a Jew
But you looked Caucasian from a church's point of view
That I saw on a mural some medieval artist drew
Dear God are you out there
Everywhere
Or nowhere at all
Dear God some say there is free will of man
Others say everything is part of your plan
So whose blood is on whose hand
Dear God are you out there
Everywhere
Or nowhere at all
Dear God some say you bless a chosen race
Others say you just help Olympians win first place
But then how come so many exist by your grace
Dear God I know you're out there
Somewhere
Please call


(a special thanks to Monty Python and also Firesign Theater for their album title How Can You Be In Two Places At Once When You're Nowhere At All)

Aquarium
Autistic and numb
Mistaken for dumb
Shelled inside an aquarium
Watching people stare as they come
No one can understand cause they can't communicate
No relative no soul mate
Foreign creatures, foreign place no way to relate
Living alone is the hardest thing to tolerate

American Socialism
Everyone can have a gun but not a job
What else can you expect but an open mob
People pay unions to get a raise and job security
Health care with bureaucratic red tape and pensions you'll never see
You're only as free as the will you are born with
But the government acts like it's giving out free gifts
You fight for a First Amendment Right Congress is paid to protect
So anything you say the Supreme Court will interject
You are jailed and deported for fighting for equality but not for war
Why do we have to kill to have something to die for
The Rich get interest while the Poor pays banks deficient
Paying millionaires for nothing as the Poor pay every cent
Poor families trapped in low income neighborhoods
Not enough tax money to get entitled goods
No education, police, running water, no second chance
Just millionaire politicians and corporations in a far off distance
They are the ones living free
They can afford the luxury
Now that you see the power of money
Can't you tell this ain't a socialist society