January
4, 1984
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
Song from "The Happenstance Hymnal"
I've been standing on the mountain of regret
Don't know how I got here
But it's much too late to fret
And it must have been a long road up I bet
I've been lying by the river of
remorse
Don't know how I came
But no one pushed me here by force
And I've been crying that the devil got me hoarse
I've been drinking from the waters
of lost time
Know I don't feel thirsty
And I've yet to feel sublime,
But my presence in this hell can't be a crime
Oh Lord deliver me
Guide me down the mountain
Steer me o'er the river
Find me purity
Answer all my needless questions
Without requiring a large fee
Oh tender Lord please look out for me
I've been talking with the whores
of Babylon
Don't know how they got here
But they've been down from dusk to dawn
And the police can't seem to throw
them off the lawn.
I've been eating from the tree of
sin & sloth
No one handed me a menu
But the tree was on the path
And I know better than to incur
God's powerful wrath
I've been waiting for the end, my
friend, you see
Banging heads to walls
Bemoaning useless tranquility
Since I haven't got the fare to pay the fee
Oh Truth show me thine hand
Deliver me from whores
Cut the hammock from the tree
Isn't life grand
Answer all my heedless questions
Without requiring a large fee
Oh tarnished truth remember me
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