Adam
                        and Cain 
                         
                        Like father. 
                        No like son. | 
                        Adam
                        Gets a Ribbing 
                         
                        She beckoned, I, Eve, 
                        Come into my cave, 
                        I was so naïve 
                        I thought I was naïve. | 
                        Agreeable 
                         
                        Amen 
                        to all 
                        amen- 
                        ities. | 
                    
                    
                        Ah,
                        Woes By Any Other Name 
                         
                        I wondered who woe was 
                        But now I see 
                        With more problems than Noahs 
                        Woe is me! | 
                        Amazing
                        Grace 
                         
                        Damn hymn. 
                        Damn her.    | 
                        Ars
                        Longa 
                         
                        You cant take it with you 
                        although 
                        in the case of Van Gogh 
                        It would be nice 
                        to come back and get it. | 
                    
                    
                        Being
                        God is no Picnic 
                         
                        His eye is on the sparrow 
                        His eye to the praying mantis 
                        But He just put his foot down 
                        Where that poor little ant is. | 
                        Birdbrain 
                         
                        Without physical fitness 
                        My clothing would fit less 
                        As God is my witness 
                        (His eyes on the witless). | 
                        Confessional
                        Poem 
                         
                        Bless me, Reader, 
                        For I have sinned. 
                        It is four years 
                        Since my last poem. | 
                    
                    
                        Contamination 
                         
                        I have this pious fear 
                        That God may have to be excluded from 
                                our biosphere.  | 
                        Crowd
                        Pleaser 
                         
                        Its morbid or thrilling 
                        When a favorite dies. 
                        God forbid or God willing 
                        Whichever applies. | 
                        Cruising 
                         
                        There 
                        but for 
                        W.R. Grace and God 
                        go  I. | 
                    
                    
                        Divine
                        Scripture 
                         
                        The next one 
                        who calls me 
                        She is gonna 
                        catch Hell. | 
                        Felicific
                        Calculus 
                         
                        I figured out 
                        This happy fact: 
                        Im not devout 
                        But still intact. | 
                        Flowering 
                         
                        Not for me the rose so red 
                        And not the pink carnation. 
                        No flowers please, send cash instead 
                        To my next incarnation. | 
                    
                    
                        Getting
                        Evolved 
                         
                        Go, Said God, youve paid your dues 
                        And so I crawled from the primordial ooze. 
                        Now let me say, without dismaying them 
                        (those crawling out now), you never stop
                        paying them. | 
                        Give
                        and Take 
                         
                        Give us 
                        this day 
                        our daily bread. 
                                -us 
                         
                        On any 
                        given day 
                        I can give you bread. 
                                -God | 
                        In
                        the Beginning was the F-word 
                         
                        And God said 
                        BE fruitful 
                        and multiply 
                        but dont 
                        talk about it. | 
                    
                    
                        Good
                        News/Bad News 
                         
                        Concerned about the hereafter? 
                        Well dont be. 
                        It will be there with joy and laughter. 
                        You wont be. 
                         
                         | 
                        Grace
                        Notes 
                         
                        Thank you, Lord for 
                        our food and drink 
                        and our clever- 
                         
                        ness in express- 
                        ing our thanks  in 
                        unrhymed freedom. | 
                        Job
                        and the Amazing Technicolor M&Ms 
                         
                        I like the pretty little fellows 
                        The oranges, the greens and yellows 
                        I even like the tan. 
                        But when I go to down one 
                        I always grab a brown one 
                        According  to Gods plan. | 
                    
                    
                        Modern
                        Day Parenting 
                         
                        Of all the problems 
                        bothering Job 
                        one of them wasnt 
                        his sons pierced lobe. 
                         | 
                        Monday
                        the Rabbi Wrote Poems 
                         
                        The sword is 
                        mightier than the 
                        pen- 
                        is. | 
                        Missionary
                        Position 
                         
                        Say No to Hell 
                        Or go to Hell. | 
                    
                    
                        Nearer
                        Thy God? 
                         
                        The mornings at seven 
                        And all that good stuff. 
                        Gods in his Heaven. 
                        Im here.  Close enough. | 
                        Paradise 
                         
                        Adam 
                        and God. | 
                        Pro
                        Tempore 
                        (to our seven-foot freshman) 
                         
                        Godspeed, with prayers: 
                        Nunc Dimittis 
                        To the players 
                        Who dunk and quit us.    | 
                    
                    
                        Punners
                        Envy 
                         
                        Do not be jealous 
                        Of word-play inventions. 
                        The road to Hell is 
                        Paved with non-intentions. | 
                        Reredos 
                         
                        Ill do it 
                        Re-do it 
                        Re-redo it 
                        But then 
                        I wont altar it again. | 
                        Spooked 
                         
                        Im really no priest 
                        My confessor confessed 
                        Im one of my countrys 
                        best spies. 
                        But Ill give you, at least, 
                        If you want to be blessed, 
                        A blessing in disguise. | 
                    
                    
                        The
                        Gospel According to General Motors 
                         
                        Wed reach the stars 
                        Would be empowered 
                        If all our cars 
                        Were G. M. powered. 
                         | 
                        The
                        Nations Infrastructure 
                         
                        Its not the landlord 
                        Who does the maintenance 
                        And, Lord, 
                        It surely aint tenants. | 
                        The
                        Road to Hell is Paved with Good
                        Intentions 
                         
                        Tried. 
                        Fried. | 
                    
                    
                        There
                        Are No Atheists in Potholes 
                         
                        God- amn! 
                         
                               d | 
                        Till
                        Death Do You Part 
                         
                        The spirit within you 
                        Is here for the ride. 
                        Its life will continue 
                        When youve gone and died. | 
                        Zen
                        and Zensibility 
                         
                        Its like youre yin and yang,
                        yourself 
                        When things are so damned hopeless. 
                        You feel you ought to hang yourself 
                        And cant, because youre
                        ropeless.      | 
                    
                    
                        Saying
                        Amen to my Poems 
                         
                        Im going to be a pest if I 
                        Dont hear anybody testify. | 
                        Poetry
                        Reading 
                         
                        They say Break a leg 
                        (good luck) in show biz 
                        But as poets we beg 
                        Ora pro nobis. | 
                        The
                        Late (but unlamented) News 
                         
                        Alls right with the world 
                        Gods in His Heaven 
                        (as far as I know. 
                        Im asleep by eleven). |