11-21-2022, 11:34 PM
Mr. Nackyball was forced and compelled
to squeeze a lit candle to avoid Hell,
his future foretold by counting links of iron
ricocheting off a circus Hercules’ frown
when he makes that final agonized quiver.
His daily meal was bread and fried calf’s liver.
When in doubt, and a steady rain pelted
the roof of the empty shed where he dwelt
he might shudder and get on his bony knees
and pray beneath a scratched and soiled LP
of the Beatles’ Revolver, nailed to a cross.
Mr. Nackyball was never religion’s loss,
his junkyard’s sly charms worked every time,
his curious beliefs were his only crime.
to squeeze a lit candle to avoid Hell,
his future foretold by counting links of iron
ricocheting off a circus Hercules’ frown
when he makes that final agonized quiver.
His daily meal was bread and fried calf’s liver.
When in doubt, and a steady rain pelted
the roof of the empty shed where he dwelt
he might shudder and get on his bony knees
and pray beneath a scratched and soiled LP
of the Beatles’ Revolver, nailed to a cross.
Mr. Nackyball was never religion’s loss,
his junkyard’s sly charms worked every time,
his curious beliefs were his only crime.