Tuesday, April 07, 2009

ON DIETARY PECCADILLOES

Today, by way of a Mental Excursion,
I tried to imagine all sorts of Perversion:
The sins that result when men’s hearts - full of flaws -
Delib’rately flout ev’ry one of God’s laws:
Commandments, those Rules carved in tablets of stone
That tell us (for instance) whom we may not bone;
Or that we can’t murder; want our neighbor’s shit;
Or work on the Sabbath, when down we should sit.
And I thought: One thing, surely, your soul would bedamn,
And that would be serving a Passover Ham.
For at Seder there’s nothing as crashingly crass
As passing a plate with a chunk of Pig’s Ass.

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