Sweet Sacrilege Village

Life is like an onion. You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep. - Carl Sandburg

permeating

mutating

extrapolating

don't cry

when you chop green onions

don't kick

when your feet have bunions

you can play with my legos

just don't touch my eggos

i hear the music but no lyrics

on this trampoline of my life

my bread is buttered on both sides

with one baffling bonnie and a million useless clydes

i've got too much jibber

not enough jab

too little muscle

way too much flab

i built a tree house

no one came

please tell me

who's to blame

i guess they couldn't make the climb

let alone swing from the vintage vine

up the river without a paddle

my own version of deliverance

squealing like a stuck pig

can you dig

too much egg in my nog

not enough bacon in granny's pet hog

i wrestled with reason

found out it was a master of treason

argued with insanity

staring at the sun

guess who won

i'll write my own snarky words, thank you very much

then the song will finally be done

just remember to blow the tarnished sax

before you get the ax

give the organ a rip

so you don't get a fat lip

forget the peanut butter

i'll take the jam

don't bother to spray it with pam

i want it to stick

like a layer of brick

play it cool

let go of your blues

after all

it's you they choose

try not to drool

on your two-legged stool

try as you may to break it

you won't make it

soul raped and pillaged

in sweet sacrilege village

Author's Note

"Good intentions are not enough. They've never put an onion in the soup yet." - Sonya Levien