The Epic Tragedy of a Jew Named Guy
Prelude
I
I know a guy named Guy
He is a bona fide pit lord.
He fertilizes all those little
Ugly things we see in the ones we love,
Those things that represent
A private nihilist escapism that
Disregards all good sense.
He is just an amalgam of all
The ugly traits and habits
That he has helped awaken
In the surrounding population.
He is crafty and slippery,
Reliably up to no good,
Any seemingly admirable actions are
Invariably undertaken for the wrong reasons.
Miserly and penurious to a science,
A human leech, serviceable in
Any one of many vices, preferably
All of them, and 'all your money,
Mostly for me, I'm the most
Important Guy here or anywhere.'
II
See this Jew? Wouldn't you like to crucify this Jew?
We're gonna pin 'im up against the wall,
gonna cut 'im open and smear
'is innards in panorama.
We're gonna quarter 'im alive,
gonna hang 'em up all over,
gonna get even.
Best of all, we're not gonna let 'em rot,
we'll cast 'im in bronze and
anchor the ugly bastard up next to the gargoyles
Go ahead, carve off a souvin-ear
HawHaww!
They won't be there for long!
The Conclusion
An irascible Levantine Hebrew
too smart too arrogant to take care
of the basics of personal safety
even knowing he’s hated--
too cocky to be rocked by close calls,
too smooth to take caution
even after a fall
or five.
The oligarchs are always praying for a live one,
and he wriggles like an eel.
He cannot feel the fissures
in his crumbling slate,
he cannot sense the rate
at which he barrels towards his grizzly fate,
because he has no grasp of their opportune hate.
He has his charm
too often too late
they will not be denied
the skin off his hide this time.
Always on a ride,
stuck in a rut; brake lines long been cut
running right through their clockwork lies
if he only saw their eyes
at every ruling he defies
he could have seen the axe-head rise;
now we’ll make sure he fries.
Epilogue
And I alone retain the boldness
to smoke a spliff on the wall
where he was caught.
This place where a battle was fought
and lost
where prejudice conquered thought
where liberty came to naught
where this boy's lesson was taught;
question not what God has Wrought
for God is king here
never fear
some of the flock veers
they say
wrangle them back into the herd
they say
Well fuck their God
who is greater than Guy.
