Jesus was More Popular than Guns

brianlux · April 2013

Jesus was More Popular than Guns

A homeless man stands
In the dust of a freeway onramp.
With head bowed and hands folded,
He thinks to himself
And prays to his god saying
It’s time to get out of here.

The eye as camera pans fast
Passing on its way to gas or
Something more delectable.
There’s no time to stop and think
About anything as trivial
As a lost cause.

Jesus was more popular than guns
So said the polls, five to one.
At the feet of Pontius Pilate
He could have saved himself with
The arsenal he’d brought along.
But he saw that Pilot had a dog

And he belong to the SPCA
And to the ASPCA
And the FoA and the IDA
And he broke bread with PITA
And turned water into wine with SWAT
And he knew Pilate's dog might get caught

In the blaze of cross fire.

And he hung around a while.

And the crowd settled down.

And the sound of marching feet
Moved in slowly from the west.

And the Shiny Purple Metallic Armor
That gave its people no rest
Put the vote to a test and called

For a recount of anyone left.
And the judge sat on his cushion
And announced the decision was
Made. “Hear ye, hear ye,
It is by decree of the jury that hence force
It shall be recognized that Jesus
Is no longer more popular than guns!

©brian lux 2013

rollings · April 2013

brianlux wrote:

Jesus was More Popular than Guns

A homeless man stands
In the dust of a freeway onramp.
With head bowed and hands folded,
He thinks to himself
And prays to his god saying
It’s time to get out of here.

The eye as camera pans fast
Passing on its way to gas or
Something more delectable.
There’s no time to stop and think
About anything as trivial
As a lost cause.

Jesus was more popular than guns
So said the polls, five to one.
At the feet of Pontius Pilate
He could have saved himself with
The arsenal he’d brought along.
But he saw that Pilot had a dog

And he belong to the SPCA
And to the ASPCA
And the FoA and the IDA
And he broke bread with PITA
And turned water into wine with SWAT
And he knew Pilate's dog might get caught

In the blaze of cross fire.

And he hung around a while.

And the crowd settled down.

And the sound of marching feet
Moved in slowly from the west.

And the Shiny Purple Metallic Armor
That gave its people no rest
Put the vote to a test and called

For a recount of anyone left.
And the judge sat on his cushion
And announced the decision was
Made. “Hear ye, hear ye,
It is by decree of the jury that hence force
It shall be recognized that Jesus
Is no longer more popular than guns!

©brian lux 2013

more please !

brianlux · April 2013

rollings wrote:

more please !

Om my! :oops: But since you insist...

This is my only other "religious icon" poem inspired by a billboard I saw in the state of Washington (it's actually a song I wrote but don't quite have the music worked out):

Billboard Jesus

Jesus was a logger-dude
He worked out in the woods
Wore flannel shirts with halos ‘round
The ankles of his boots.

Jesus was a lager-dude
Turned water into beer
When loaves and fishes weren’t enough
He’d go out and shoot a deer

Jesus was a lodger, dude,
He stayed in a motel
Just down the road from Maggie’s bar
Where drifters came and went from hell

Logger Dude
Logger Dude
Logger Dude
Logger Dude

Jesus was dodger, dude
He skipped right out of town
With three nails in his leather vest
And a rusted thorny crown.

Jesus signed off, “Roger, Dude,”
When he headed on for home.
Slammed two whiskeys, kicked it in
And throttled down the road.

Logger Dude
Logger Dude
Logger Dude
Logger Dude

rollings · April 2013

brianlux wrote:

rollings wrote:

more please !

Om my! :oops: But since you insist...

This is my only other "religious icon" poem inspired by a billboard I saw in the state of Washington (it's actually a song I wrote but don't quite have the music worked out):

Billboard Jesus

Jesus was a logger-dude
He worked out in the woods
Wore flannel shirts with halos ‘round
The ankles of his boots.

Jesus was a lager-dude
Turned water into beer
When loaves and fishes weren’t enough
He’d go out and shoot a deer

Jesus was a lodger, dude,
He stayed in a motel
Just down the road from Maggie’s bar
Where drifters came and went from hell

Logger Dude
Logger Dude
Logger Dude
Logger Dude

Jesus was dodger, dude
He skipped right out of town
With three nails in his leather vest
And a rusted thorny crown.

Jesus signed off, “Roger, Dude,”
When he headed on for home.
Slammed two whiskeys, kicked it in
And throttled down the road.

Logger Dude
Logger Dude
Logger Dude
Logger Dude

Brian, you've been holding out on us
this, I know

I love the logger dude

brianlux · April 2013

rollings wrote:

Brian, you've been holding out on us
this, I know

I love the logger dude

Thank you, Rollings! When I finally get my little anthology together, you and Chadwick will get the first copies as thanks and for inspiration to keep writing.

rollings · April 2013

brianlux wrote:

rollings wrote:

Brian, you've been holding out on us
this, I know

I love the logger dude

Thank you, Rollings! When I finally get my little anthology together, you and Chadwick will get the first copies as thanks and for inspiration to keep writing.

sounds wonderful, thank you