Two thousand years later, give
or take a year, he came back.
He didn't stay long, just dropped
in for the day.
He ignored the Pope, but made a special
trip to Canterbury, to
call the Archbishop a git. Then he
dropped into the pub, shouted
a round, and gave us all two biscuits
each. He was gone by five.
"Eat one yourself", he
told us, "And give the other to a stranger..."
That's how it started.
Now there's magic in the air,
a whiff of potency in every breath,
Any and all wishes granted, just
as you would have them be,
But without the boredom.
Julian walked out of the pub that
day and looked at the darkening sky,
He said, "If those clouds would
bugger off, it'd be a beautiful night",
And so it was; the clouds just shrugged
and drifted off who knows where.
The only thing that surprised
me about that was that I wasn't surprised,
Haven't clouds always done that when
So I tried, without success, to bring
I gave my other biscuit to the
kid who sells newspapers on the corner,
He can walk now, and smile - what's
more, he's upped the price,
And he's selling them all, every
day; that's why he's smiling, I'll bet!
It's been two weeks now, and I
never thought peace could be so exciting,
I was always cynical about how boring
heaven would be and how we needed
A bit of drama in our lives to make
them interesting. I'm happily wrong.
The Aids epidemic ended last week,
and the folks in Zaire are talking,
Saddam forgave the yanks, the Jews
forgave the Germans, and the catholics
Are in a sulk.
I haven't eaten my biscuit yet,
I can't even tell which was the original,
There are now five of them. Julian
was always the generous one, he says he's
Shipping truckloads of them out to
Third World countries.
I believe him.
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