I have been cleaning out and reorganizing my art supplies. As I was doing so this paper fell out of a notebook. Even though it was written a couple years ago, it still resonates, and I thought was worth sharing. (Note: Thankfully the young person staying in my basement is a graduate student who pays rent!)
The 23rd Qualm
The 23rd Qualm
(Written by a retired Methodist
minister. )
Bush is my shepherd; I dwell in want.
He maketh logs to be cut down in
national forests.
He leadeth trucks into the still
wilderness.
He restoreth my fears.
He leadeth me in the paths of
international disgrace for his ego's
sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of
pollution and war, I will find
no exit, for thou art in office.
Thy tax cuts for the rich and thy media
control, they discomfort me.
Thou preparest an agenda of deception in
the presence of thy religion.
Thou anointest my head with foreign oil.
My health insurance runneth out.
Surely megalomania and false patriotism
shall follow me all the days of
thy term,
And my jobless child shall dwell in my
basement forever.
