When Sweet Talk
Sours
by Albert Russo
Nowadays the politico-bullshiters
use the word ‘transparency’, like
them uhhgly lil lizards I once saw in
South Africa that cling to mosquito nets and show
all their bloody innards like they were ready for
dissection … yuk yuk yuk.
Say, what were you thinking
while You were creating them? Were You yawning
and consequently forgot to complete Your job, or
maybe You got high because you were fed up with
seeing so many of Your creepy crawlers, and
chewed an unconscious quantity of crack?
A good thing You didn’t build us with see-through
bodies, exposing our throbbing hearts, our booze-filled
livers and all the slimy and twisted shenanigans
that are hidden behind our skin. We wouldn’t
have known on what part of our apples
and pears we oughta focus our attention
first. Mind You, if that had been the case, I
would surely have sued You for massive
pornographic exposure of us humans, coz to see
all that stuff, ebbing, flowing, leaking and
throbbing - enough to make anybody throw up -,
would be a much bigger offence than to see the
male or the female watchamacallit in broad
daylight. You wouldn’t have dared to portray
us in Your image, showing all Your dirty little
secrets, yet, You did it on purpose to make us
wanting, so that we may never be a threat to You.
That I call an Ungodly sense of morality, your
untold motto being, “do what I say, not what
I do”.
And what did You do to
punish the people who erected the Tower, which
was NOT one of your projects? You made them speak
in different languages so that they couldn’t
understand each other anymore and therefore they
were unable to collaborate and had to stop their
work of building new levels, on account that they
couldn’t communicate properly and began to
fight - the women were pulling each other’s
hair so fiercely that they forced some of their
new ennemies to wear the boyish haircut, even
though they never had the intention of inventing
a new fashion. Now you know where that look comes
from.
The builders were so
frustrated, on account that everything they said
to their fellow-masons all of a sudden sounded
like gibberish, that they trampled on it with all
the rage You instilled in them, and the Tower
slowly began to crackle and to crumble like the
Twin Towers in Manhattan. But here, instead of
planes crashing into the buildings, You blew Your
own fiery breath.
Now let me say this again,
I like the stories of the Bible, on account that
they’re full of adventures close-, far-outstretched
and totally haywired, with cool but also war-mongering
caniballs, queens and kings who can be
generous with their subjects or outright barbaric.
But You can’t fool me, coz NO one, not even
You, is able to blow towers to smithereens or
separate the waters of the sea. As for the devil,
he’s the invention of some madman’s trashination.
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