The Eve of Destruction

First there was Noah out building an ark
He took all the animals right out of the park.
The gamekeeper thought otherwise
Called the NYPD
Who sent Noah for observation
And threw away the key.

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He was followed by a Jesus
A man with a mission.
He promised them salvation
But forgot his position.
He has houses in every corner
Yet he doesn’t have a home.
Go find him in a street corner carton
Where he sleeps each night alone.

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All the Buddhas that I know
Are still frozen in a smile.
There are fat ones, there are thin ones
But they all stand out a mile.
There are Buddhas made of chocolate
Which might be just a passing fad.
But when you bite their heads off and swallow
I still think it’s really very sad.
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Then there is Ahmad
Not the  terrorist, the man.
He has a store on Seventh Avenue
Where he sells artifacts of sand.
He claims he doesn’t know Bin Laden
But no-ones really sure.
So just in case they throw rotten eggs
At the window of his store.

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I sit alone in my boat
In my multi colored coat
As the world at my side slowly drowns.
I wish I had a message,
I wish I was a messiah,
But alas all I am is a clown.
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On the eve of redemption
On the eve of destruction
There are questions that lie on the ground.
On the eve of temptation
On the eve of instruction
The answers are there to be found.

© 2010 Steve Taite. All rights reserved.
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