Member Poem

Well Madame Curie ain't in too much of a hurry to have her harlots cured in a flurry but the regulars'll be likely to overlook some residual seepage
Barabbas n' Apostle John both don't care a bit 'bout gettin' thrown in the stone quarry n' tarpit n' Polycarp's full of Truth scoffin' at bonfire bein' lit n' there's still no shortage of voyeurs for the peepshow's peepage
Meanwhile a slough of arm chair warrior're scuffin' up their smooth leather gettin' ready for the evening news
N' meth cooks mixin' up some dangerous chemicals n' the junkie maintainin' in same ol' same ol' ritual n' rest decidin' on kick or punt iron or wooders while they're all shunnin' the dogooders talkin' up the-circumlocution blues

Well Moabitess Ruth is callin' two Hebrew false witnesses on the carpet n' Gideon's stuck decidin' which side of the fleece is his best bet none of em' could be imaginin' we still haven't seen the worst of it yet trials n' tribulations'll all be piled up to a great one ever worse waxin'
What does the twitterer in chief mean thinkin' radical nukers'll come to their senses? Ghost of Khomeini stockin' up to obliterate Israel n' chubby faced Kim pointin' his rockets at us ain't enough he'd be jeerin' on South Korean fences n' that stone faced bear of the north outsourcin' natural resources keepin' 'em all guessin' n' gripped in rumour of war tenses
Meanwhile on the homefront still on the cyber witchhunt n' rest wonderin' if we'll ever catch a break from ever burdenin' insatiable government's appetite for taxin'
N' journalists tappin' away furiously at keys n' pleasure seekers white knucklin' it n' moms n' people pleasers still aimin' to please n' college binge alkies all wonderin' when they come to if there's any good news
N' merchant marines hirin' vigilantes to be wardin' off pirates down 'round Madagascar
while some scopin' out mixed hybrids others armoured cars n' bookies takin' bets on which aging rock star or actor's gonna die 'cause they seem to be droppin' like flies n' Pharisees n' Sadducees comin' together for a common purpose settin' aside paintbrushes for the sepulchres of their whitewashed lies while Jesus sayin' Hey I've already been there n' done that My job's done to atone but Satan's still persistin' of accusin' the brethren so Jesus has got His Hands full intercessin' yet Father in heaven still manages to look in on us from His Throne on all the givers n' takers n' movers n' shakers the butcher n' baker n' even the idol makers while Jack's gearin' up for his best stunt yet to be clearin' seven or nine candles on the menorah n' though he ain't no believer Evel Knievel he sure ain't hunkerin' down 'round his roots n' stems like a boll weevil n' this may be a good place for the rest of the race to take an intermission from the chase n' give thanks there's still 'nother breath for ya n' that you'll live to fight 'nother day but there's one thing they're sure still likely to say n' play that's them-
circumlocution blues.
1-5-2017 Duncan R.M. Ferguson