Treasure Island

Charles Wax


First Sermon of Autumn


Every so often
I felt the need
to spice up my class
with a sermon
“I do not fail you, ” I began.
Immediately Oscar Bice
called out,
“My good Sir,
I believe you and you alone
gimme a 50.”
Undeterred I continued,
“You fail yourself
ponder this: in fifty years
what?
time flies
gray hair arrives
and soon after
the coffin
luckily
just before being shoveled into
that everlasting box of doom
comes the question:
what is the meaning of Life?
If you can’t answer
forget it
You’re bound for Hell
on a one way ticket
and that’s a fearsome trip
no way out
once the flames
crisp up your flesh
but you don’t burn up
everlasting torment
TORMENT
therefore I say unto you
READ A BOOK
soothe
your troubled souls.”
“You sound like my grandma, ”
Oscar Bice noted.
“What a woman! ”

Submitted: Sunday, January 18, 2009

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