We Are Medieval Poem by Mark Nichols

[Thanks to Bob McAllister]

We are Medieval my friend
We'll be Medieval 'til the end
My friend, if we could just transcend
Things could be brighter
We would rise up and grab, my friend,
Our life, so dreary, drab, all men
Our eyes so bleary, stab 'til then
Into the darkness

No awareness yet of germs (We know it sucks)
Only leeches, lice and worms I know of (Oo-eyou)
And the kids won't go to school (Why should they go?)
All the Golden Rule they need is in cesspools

There is sewage in our streets
But the wheel of fortune's turnin', turnin'
Not a fridge to store the meats
And the funeral pyres burnin' burnin'

No awareness yet of germs (We know it sucks)
Only leeches, lice and worms I know of (Oo-eyou)
And the kids won't go to school (Why should they go?)
All the Golden Rule they need is in cesspools

Baal & Bemilach, NO!
Refuse to let us go
These Demons of our time
Scepters of the mind
We wash ourselves with blood & grime & dirt

Don't got no cell phones
Microwaves
Aftershaves
Party raves
Pics & faves
Smoking kills
Jesus Saves

We got the sheep shank
Grog, mead, let it bleed
Hobbits, dragons, round tables
Minstrels & the Holy Grail

We are Medieval my friend
We'll be Medieval 'til the end
My friend, if we could just transcend
Things would be brighter
We would rise up and grab, my friend,
Our life, so dreary, drab, all men
Our eyes so bleary, stab 'til then
Into the darkness

There are singers who sing of knights with bad breath
About watching two black bears fight to the death
So many pretty girls named Helgewand or Brattislaw
Pigs in a poke, dogs, wild, runnin' round with lockjaw

Oh the stories at night
When the village turned as dark as sin
And the jokes in our throats
Made us grin and laugh again

Don't think we are not as funny as you
Dark age people have a sense of humor too

So I've taken the worst. Ooh, The absolute wurst
And feathered it up
With duckfluff
Sausages and liverwurst

We've walked on the green
With a lady in white
And we've sent arrows of love shooting off
Off through the night!

Hope is a stone I wear
A stone wear on my heart

I'm battered and badgered
Tangled and torn
And awfully glad
That I wasn't stillborn
A flat earth is fine
When a round one's a crime
And hope is a stone I wear in my heart
All of my life

What is the world
But a place to live
And to live
And to live?