Growing up, I always dreamt of becoming a prophet, until I realized there is not much profit in propheteering — unless of course you’re exploiting dead prophets for profit: e.g. Mel Gibson’s “The Passion of Christ.” Speaking of which, most reputable (at least posthumously) prophets are shunned by society and succumb to untimely deaths (e.g. Keith Ledger). Apparently most people are allergic to the truth and avoid it at all possible costs, fearing they will break out in hives if exposed to the naked truth.
Last night, while celebrating the birthdays of Abraham Lincoln, Charles Darwin and Aresenio Hall from the stadium seats of my Aresnio Shrine and makeshift Dog Pound (Woof! Woof! Woof!), I started thinking about some of the most influential prophets in my life. Consequently, these prophets made cameo appearances (no charge) in my dreams and recited, in honor of Valentine’s Day, love-inspired Haikus from atop a mountain of garbage in the local land fill (formerly the local dump).
Fortunately the distinct smell from the land fill jarred me out of my R.E.M. mode, thus enabling me to recall the Haikus verbatim. That said, here’s a transcription of their 17 syllable sermons from the heap:
Crucifixion II: A Cautionary Haiku for You, by Jesus
Hallmarkian lust;
Enjoy sins ‘fore Dad gets home –
I’m already dead.
Light Saber Envy, by Yoda
Size matters not, hmmm…
You, let libido flow through:
May force be in you.
Alone: Wait, Fast, Think, Then Regret, by Buddha
Underneath Bodhi tree,
Transcended Valentine’s Day.
Damn Nirvana sucks.
Big Brother is Laughing, by George Orwell
Ministry of Love
Promotes proles to begat more proles.
Big Brother laughs last.
Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, by FSM (Our Creator)
Pastafarians
Spread gospel of FSM;
Love is in the air.
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