The Baloney Theorists.
That was a rainy eve.
The Baloney Theorists came
running into the "Shack"--The five star hotel
near the seashore
from their cars, without an umbrella.
They dressed in rags. Behind them, were
the politicians, to whom the cars belonged,
with umbrellas, all in one colour,
not blue and not green from the primary colours.
When they entered, the king closed the crystal door.
They reached a huge hall, with closed door.
One among them, bony, weak and insane looking,
opened the door frantically.
Inside there was nothing
other than women who wore, nothing.
The skinny one, undressed; caught one.
Others just did the same. No innovations!
The politicians met in the other room.
"Let them enjoy and let us concoct
the newest of its kind, a reality theory.
For we are the theorists
and they are political puppets."
"The Baloney Theory": one said.
"To block the light,
to turn the 'up', into 'down',
and to create more morons!"
The Baloney Theory activated.
The night became day
and eve became morn,
good became bad
and bad turned good.
The only one laughed, was God.
For, he had turned insane!
Comments
(Isaiah 5:20) Woe to those who are saying that good is bad and bad is good, those who are putting darkness for light and light for darkness, those who are putting bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter!
Did you already know about this passage when you wrote this?
Written close to 2,000 years ago.
The skinny one, undressed; caught one.
My question here is... "caught one" caught one what?
I think I see the spirit in which you wrote this. It came across as whimsical and bazzar to me with a serious point. But to attribute that God could be made to go insane by imperfect foolish humans gives them power over a perfect God...this is an area of caution for those who care about not offending the true God. Even in a jest.
that was an amazing knowledge for me. I didn't know about that passage!I swear upon God.
(the "skinny one caught one..woman."-that was the suggestion.)
This poem is a satire about those people who try to control the world and the concept of God himself on the basis of their 'conceptual'(ideological) snares. God here, is the God that we can see through our senses, which each of us try to perceive. The real form of God, I think, is far more complex and wide, than we can perceive or even imagine..So this poem shows our lack of insight. And no offenses meant.Hope you understand.