The Fashions of a Yeehaw Man

 

 

            A supernatural world of fate

Bares no resemblance to our Yeehaw man,

A non believer with a grin of hate

For all that spaceship Earth has planned.

     A sculpted man of modern times

Who’ll carve a knife through all that shines,

A quicker fix, and quickly gained is all

Our narcissist can stand.........

 

......a possessed disordered personality,

Bereft of spirit, rejecting all fantastic

Possibilities.

     No fourth dimension or higher plane

No sentient beings who’ll feel his shame –

No sense the conscience mother nature’s

Green, so dense no dreams of other

Wordly themes,

                       

Empiricism predicates

His schism, even though his soul is wide

His thought rebuke, keep confidant his

Churlish pride.

     His inner world where logic rules

(his torpid state!)

     He’ll see you mocked for your religion;

Poor Yeehaw man, it’s his decision.

 

     Poor poor poor Yeehaw Man.

With his affected gait of confidence,

His theatres tragic innocence,

     For there comes a truculent condescending

Cry – when asked; ‘Account!’ Why engage

In lies?

     Why on this Earth?

Why in this solar system?

Why in this vast universe?

Why do you deny?

     Have pity for our Yeehaw Man,

For he didn’t even see it coming.

 

 

Michael J Waite October 2005