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ODE TO DODO 

 

 

Oh Dodo, Dodo
Weirder than Odo, Odo
Chins wobble-o wobble-o
Worthless promises blow-blow.

You’ve met some people,
You’ve read some books,
Are you a tower of intellect
Not a second-rate crook?

Oh Dodo, Dodo
You’ve lost your halo halo
Where wisdom lies fallow
In a brain of blackcurrant jello.   [2013]  

                           

 

[In 2012 Mormon (Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints) apostle Jeffrey R Holland was interviewed by John Sweeney for the BBC programme This World: The Mormon Candidate.  Holland said, ‘We’re not a cult.  I’m not an idiot, you know.  I’ve read a couple of books and I’ve been to a pretty good school, and I have chosen to be in this church because of the faith that I feel and the inspiration that comes.  I’ve met people, and if people want to call us a cult, they can call us a cult and you can call us a cult, but we are 14-million and growing, and I’d like to think that your respect for me would be enough to know that this man doesn’t seem like a dodo.  

 

The world was suitably shocked both by his claim to have read a couple of books.  And by the unrepentant unprovoked vicious attack on the Dodo.  Within twenty-four hours the apostle was dubbed by the author the sobriquet ‘Dodo Holland’.]  

 

 

 

THE MEANING OF LIFE

 

THE MEANING OF LIFE

 

Plato pursues the platitude of good

Aristotle urges we do what we should

The Cynics reject wealth, fame and power

The Hedonists are a party-going shower

Epicureans want a life pain free

Stoics are patient and sigh c’est la vie

Enlightenment teaches natural rights

Liberal wimps practise politics light

Bentham’s ‘greatest happiness principle’ 

Utilitarianism is the title.

Kant can’t abide the unprincipled fool

Nihilists think God is dead as a rule

Pragmatists struggle through practical strife

Existentialists create their own Life

Absurdists expect a disharmony

Secular humanists claim we are free

Logical positivism doesn’t ask

For Postmodernists scrutiny’s the task

Pantheists nurture the environment

Confucius is an ordinary gent

Buddhists are hippies and seek Nirvana

Mohists give free love in their pyjamas

Legalists hanker the kernel of knowledge

Christians on Sunday like to trim their hedge

Catholics prefer love au natural

The Mormons snatch a harem of gals

The Jewish God adores a wild killing spree

The Baha’i faith seeks human harmony

Zoroastrianism divides right from wrong

Quakers are silent, never sing a song

Islamists worship Allahu Akbar

Hinduists seek Karma and Sansara

Janists are veggies, never hurt a fly

Sikhs wear headscarves but never wear a tie

Taoists maintain natural truth in tune

Shintoists watch Sumo from April to June

 

Don’t let the bastards tell you what to do 

Ask a computer you’ll get 42.

Never be hoodwinked, never bend the knee 

And most important $ never give money.   [2012]  

 

 

 

 

 

DISTORTION

 

We’re a God-awful small affair

In the bar of the grime-brown Goat.

The devil with the coal-black hair

Blows smoke through a hole in his throat.

I’m sorry, you haven’t a prayer

The rules of the game he rewrote.

Take your cue and fracture the pack

But the game is a frightening bore

Odds of evens to clear the rack

He’s cheated you ten times before

He’ll bring his hand down on your back

And rescue you from the soiled floor.

Don’t wager your very last cent

Watch him spit in the eyes of fools

And be warned that the cards are bent

Drinks on the house as a rule.

Your hand-earned dollars better spent

On books rather than cards or pool.

If they find aces up your sleeve

Don’t deal from the base of the pack

They’ll politely ask you to leave,

You’ll bust the flush of one-eyed Jack

The sleight of hand you’ll disbelieve

Takes practice to acquire the knack.

A dime in the slot of the box

No dancing on tables and chairs

Choose from Elvis or old-time rock

Upsets the ashtrays and glasswear

Time, gentlemen, please, now take stock

You shouldn’t have blown your bus fair.

Just three more beers, guv, on the slate

I’ll stick at three, not one more drop –

My pussy waits with bowl and plate

Welcome home with a belly flop.

My salvation is somewhat late,

We all might learn one day to stop.  [2013]

                                                     

 

 

[cf. David Bowie’s Life on Mars:

Its a God-awful small affair

To the girl with the mousy hair …

But the film is a saddening bore
For shes lived it ten times or more
She could spit in the eyes of fools …]

 

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