In this odd world

    does innocence find the short

              end of the stick

    or does it just fall some where justly

          where everyone wants a bigger stick

             than they pay for in taxes?

N. Korea is not on

    a symmetrical line

draws a mirror though old and new Bethlehem

    or the garden of eden

       between either the apple in Adams stomach

           and Adam

               Adam and Eve

      or the fertile Nile and the Sahara Dessert.

Is the world a mishigosh

     with a perfect heaven

        or just a mishigosh?

               Culture

                 Vulture

             A bat in the belfry

                of Sweet Adelines

                    capitol business venture

Who cares?

A red cross

of.

 Twos and fours? 

     a million in bullion 

       from a boring place 

          bored cunningly with holes to

          find gold ladden oil

           in yesterdays uncertain toils

      What a bore!

              A find

(to speak of the devil)

          And count your happiness

                from the roots of evil

   errected from the evil

of the roots

    of our beered forebares

       make a mint making root beer

          from the  fields of Sassafrass

             made kosher by divorce

               from her husband

                the  sherrif

                      of silent nights 

                         of christmas past

      in a makover  

         judged only by taste 

               and not the mishgosh

                  he had gotten into

           caused the Arians comearoud

                and see with fear

                    the strange roots

                        where the whole 

                           mishigosh started

                   grow  trees

                      from the minerals laid to soil

                        from the blood of greedily gotten graves.

We all feel cleansed by the fresh air blows the leaves

    the sun grow the vines

 but only by a wrath

    thought dead

       or buried with sunshine

    some how come to

       be the catalyst

        convert the energy for our food.

is it the shovel?

   us?

     the earth we digg?

Or only what we think

      when we endulge

      makes for our praised values

           'bless the food on our table'

 to come from where'd

   we learned

            by shoveling

          it all come from?.

               to make more

       thinking exactly the same,

 path-o-logically

     to path the same    

       name on  ways

        get more yummy's

             from roots

                 for the tummy

  Spaces for the mind in the head   

       or spaces mined 

            from the heads of the mind of mishigosh?

Which

        the short end of the stick 

        the long arm of the law

               depend on how the mind

                stirred 

                    stir

                         the bowl. 

                Marvin Eli Kirsh