Politics & Religion

The Tangled Snickerpuss

Burbling, babbling, always on;
never stopping, speaking until dawn.

Hanging and flapping,
listening to the breeze,
burbling, babbling, putting on the squeeze.

Never can be quiet, always something to say
luring, persuading, all through out the day.

Why can’t you just shut up?
You’ve always got your bling.
You’re just never happy
until you’ve gotta a swing.

Stick ‘em on a line,
watch ‘em dance to time;
burbling babbling, always on.
SHUT UP!

The Golden Warbler

Listen little heart;
Harken to what I say.
Ignore the dance and singing
don’t even start to sway.

Stare it down with courage.
Plug your ears with my delight.
Don’t even let it discourage,
walk toward my greater light.

Nope, don’t swing or sway
don’t tow its little line.
Examine it carefully.
Is it within my plumb line?

It calls you out to play:
You must stiffen up your spine.
You must be quite discerning
for all things serpentine.

It will always babble
on and on it goes,
but lets us turn asunder
and stick up our little nose.

Take a whiff,
sample a taste,
tell me what you say?
Does it taste at all like me,
does it walk in The Way?

No indeed, it smells afoul
it talks and talks
and cries its foul.
Indeed, turn up your little nose,
this is not the One, the Sharon Rose.

Instead, draw upon my simple curve
and stick to my still small voice.
Indeed this thing desires you swerve;
We must make a wisdom choice.

jajjc
3/9/2022