Selling Old Wine

Dystopic viewpoint

Selling Old Wine

 

Old wine seeks new bottles

Like speckled hens

Seek turkey wattles

Or old men hunt

Young blonde haired models.

 

Not a sense of right or eww

But the world the way we live it

Not just for the righteous few

But for the sullied masses too

 

We go round the mulberry bush

Though really more a messy tree

And Monkey chased the Weasel

Like frenemies from land to sea

Can’t tell yet if they had fun

When weasel popped out on the run

His teeth bared sharp for all to see

In fright he made a monkey me

 

And still a change stinks up this air

like flowery musk and ginger beer

masked cigar stench lingers here

while I Febreze the reeking bier

and you deride the noble seer

who trembles at what’s coming near.

 

Some change is coming if it must

Betray the threadbare sacred trust

All aboard the train to hell

In God we trust and God we tell

Amoral age has gone so well

Souls and cell phones easy sell.

 

2014 March

David P. Eckert