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Title: The Wrong Kind of Entertainment
Post by: nancyj on May 07, 2007, 05:22:50 PM
Post by: nancyj on May 07, 2007, 05:22:50 PM
Or, The Wrong Kind of Message:
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HERESY
Jimi Hendrix died for all our sins
As did one 'Marilyn Monroe'
*There are many here among us*
Who know from hard roads to a ho
Your Jesus, in Her Boddhisattva Aspect
(Mos' def'nitely the hippest of the Jews)
Turned tables on some pawnshops in a temple
And ended up with nothing-left-to-lose
Those Honest Injun Joes, baptized-by-firewater
Hunted, gathered, Bar-B-Q'd, all out-of-doors
You built McMansions, overlooking Overlook Hotels
Established systems, turned us all out as your whores
Consider this, you deep-fried Chickens in your Church's
Inflicting stories fit-for-children-only on us all
By Bushes burning midsummer's midnite oil supply
My Revelations' pocket lip-sync won't be forestalled
Processes overheat and system files will corrupt
Requiring re-boot and a clean-slate re-install
Instead, you depose Shahs (I Rocked, I Ran) from here
Competing prophets duke it out for Winner Taketh All.
*
©2006, by The Wrong Kinda Profit (sic). USED BY PERMISSION.
(note: stanza 4/line 1, "Church's" is neither an error in transcription nor a grammatical mistake. It refers to a particular fast-food establishment in a double-entendre. IE: Maybe one is able to purchase salvation (or a sense of humor) in such a place, maybe not. I don't know.)
*
HERESY
Jimi Hendrix died for all our sins
As did one 'Marilyn Monroe'
*There are many here among us*
Who know from hard roads to a ho
Your Jesus, in Her Boddhisattva Aspect
(Mos' def'nitely the hippest of the Jews)
Turned tables on some pawnshops in a temple
And ended up with nothing-left-to-lose
Those Honest Injun Joes, baptized-by-firewater
Hunted, gathered, Bar-B-Q'd, all out-of-doors
You built McMansions, overlooking Overlook Hotels
Established systems, turned us all out as your whores
Consider this, you deep-fried Chickens in your Church's
Inflicting stories fit-for-children-only on us all
By Bushes burning midsummer's midnite oil supply
My Revelations' pocket lip-sync won't be forestalled
Processes overheat and system files will corrupt
Requiring re-boot and a clean-slate re-install
Instead, you depose Shahs (I Rocked, I Ran) from here
Competing prophets duke it out for Winner Taketh All.
*
©2006, by The Wrong Kinda Profit (sic). USED BY PERMISSION.
(note: stanza 4/line 1, "Church's" is neither an error in transcription nor a grammatical mistake. It refers to a particular fast-food establishment in a double-entendre. IE: Maybe one is able to purchase salvation (or a sense of humor) in such a place, maybe not. I don't know.)
Comparative Relidjum
Yer Jew baby's stuck in Cath'lic Limbo
The Rapture spells doom "for all the rest o' y'all"
But I'm screwin' six dozen virgins up in Allah's Joint
And I say it's alla you, thet's bound for a fall
The Goddess of Compassion used to be a man!
Then some Japs got holda him, cut off both dude's balls
As they say in these parts, "Ain't that about a Bitch!"
And up in Baghdad, they's throwing up new walls
Once't upon a time, Otto-Man invaded Ay-Rabb-i-ya
Before that, Akbar 'n Jeff bested the Hind
Somehow, by Dharma, Sum One sticks around awhile
To raise your consciousness 'til ways begin to mend
{b-duh-bduh-bduh bd'thass all folx}
©2007 by Tigress and The U-Fraidees
on Cradle O Civilization Wreckerds
USED BY PERMISSION
Yer Jew baby's stuck in Cath'lic Limbo
The Rapture spells doom "for all the rest o' y'all"
But I'm screwin' six dozen virgins up in Allah's Joint
And I say it's alla you, thet's bound for a fall
The Goddess of Compassion used to be a man!
Then some Japs got holda him, cut off both dude's balls
As they say in these parts, "Ain't that about a Bitch!"
And up in Baghdad, they's throwing up new walls
Once't upon a time, Otto-Man invaded Ay-Rabb-i-ya
Before that, Akbar 'n Jeff bested the Hind
Somehow, by Dharma, Sum One sticks around awhile
To raise your consciousness 'til ways begin to mend
{b-duh-bduh-bduh bd'thass all folx}
©2007 by Tigress and The U-Fraidees
on Cradle O Civilization Wreckerds
USED BY PERMISSION
Title: Re: The Wrong Kind of Entertainment
Post by: HelenW on May 07, 2007, 08:16:44 PM
Post by: HelenW on May 07, 2007, 08:16:44 PM
*chuckles* Nancy, thanks for sharing this. I particularly love it.
hugs & smiles :)
helen
hugs & smiles :)
helen
Title: Re: The Wrong Kind of Entertainment
Post by: RebeccaFog on May 07, 2007, 08:49:08 PM
Post by: RebeccaFog on May 07, 2007, 08:49:08 PM
I like it too. Where did you find it?
Title: Re: The Wrong Kind of Entertainment
Post by: nancyj on May 08, 2007, 02:25:59 PM
Post by: nancyj on May 08, 2007, 02:25:59 PM
LOL!
I did NOT expect *any* kindness on this one,
"and I thank yew for yore support"
I made the second one up my own self yesterday, making minute rice for tacos. It was a hot day, & I was boiling up.
The opposite of a brain-freeze...
The other one I found, in the aether, after a fashion, that kind of thing... ;)
Njc
I did NOT expect *any* kindness on this one,
"and I thank yew for yore support"
I made the second one up my own self yesterday, making minute rice for tacos. It was a hot day, & I was boiling up.
The opposite of a brain-freeze...
The other one I found, in the aether, after a fashion, that kind of thing... ;)
Njc