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Christ At The Oscars (Free verse) by Caducus Pay to sit with crows
See them chew on souls
Watch the auction of faith
Be sold to buy a conscience.
I carried a cross to bear
On a Gethsemane of popcorn
As people gazed and names rolled
And Mel Gibsonâs name left me cold.
On Oscar night will Christ win?
I pray to God Mel thanks him,
And as Jewish actors applaud and smile
I will wipe a tear from my salted phial,
The silver screen has rusted,
And profits made from prophets slayed
From Messiah to mortal entrusted.
Up the ladder:
Transmissional Dance
Down the ladder:
Another Fucking Slow, Sad Song
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Posted: March 24, 2004 12:45 PM PST; Last modified: March 24, 2004 12:45 PM PSTWeighted score: 6.0 Overall Rank: 1283 Comments:
Great poem!! Powerful theme that will smack any unassuming reader across the face. Tactful wording. Well thought-out. On a personal note: I am a guiltly audience member, glorifying the mere middle-man & not the prince. How ignorant mankind can be. Thank you personally for the slap.
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"salted phial" is a nice ryhme with smile, if slightly out of context -
overall, it shows a nice control of language - maybe shows -off- a bit too, but the subject isn't terribly appealing (personally) - it may find a market though since it's topical. Best be quick though.