| Chocolate Waters |
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| A Journey (a performance poem) Sing: *I don’t believe you. You’ve got the whole damn thing all wrong. He’s not the kind you have to wind up on Sunday. Oh you can ex-communicate me on my way to Sunday school”…while all the preachers are shouting rules… I I don’t buy your God Mr. Big Mr. Man Mr. Book-of-Black in hand Mr. Corporation Man Mr. Punish Mr. Judge Mr. Grudge Mr. I-Am-It and you are spit I don’t worship Christ He’s a hype He’s a cop He’s a cop-out, man Mr. Carpenter Man who hammers Sin and nails I‘d rather file my nails If I can’t save myself I don’t think that he can I have no affinity for what is called the Trinity Holy Father Holy Ghost Holy Son-of-a-Gun Holy three Holy three Holy three mints in one I don’t invoke the goddess as a phallus as another mindless totem I must worship: Goddess Nature Goddess Love Goddess Womb Goddess Feminine Principle I have my principles. I’m not the one to strip my clothes off for the moon. Though I confess I am a witch I am a bitch but I’ll get by without a priestess. II (Sing slowly, lines in bold to the tune of McArthur Park) I want my life I want my life I’ll have my life I’ll make my life and I will take it too I want my cake I’ll make my cake I’ll bake my cake and I will eat it too And after all the breaks of my life After all the cakes in my life I’ll still have myself And maybe my cats III (Chant) I am a woman I am sane I am nuts I have guts I have heart I have Art I am straight and I am queer I don’t drink beer I’ am white and I am black I don’t do crack I don’t shoot smack I am conventional multidimensional I am sensual I don’t walk on water but I do walk in traffic I’m dramatic Holographic Methodic Quixotic Neurotic Alcoholic! I don’t believe in Fate I’m an anorexic - overweight Though I have learned (sing languorously, like Frank Sinatra:) To just enjoy the moment, just enjoy the moment. It’s all you have my dear. It’s all we’ll ever have my dear So just enjoy the moment…Baaaa Baaaahhhh Ba Booooo… (resume chanting) I am strange and I am not I re-arrange I get hot I’m an Arab I’m a Jew I am able and disabled Blind and yet I see that I’m crippled and I’m cryptic but I’mmmmmmmmmmmmmm apocalyptic I’m computer And commuter I’m hydraulic Apostolic I am Irish and I’m Brit and I’m sometimes full of it. IV (Sing) I love my bod I love my bod-y I am in God I am the God in me I love my body and my mind I love the human kind I am in God I am the God in me I am in God I am in God I am My God! I am God!!!!!!! I am in you You are in me We are in we What the hell do you think you’re doing in me? The same thing I’m doing in you. I am in you You are in me We are in we Oui oui madame Oui oui monsieur Wee wee tiny step for humankind we are all in our mind And we are whole And we are shit We are wholly shit Holy Shit! We are holy. (sing to the tune of “Oh Holy Night") “Oh Holy Night The stars are brightly shining It is the night of my dear (substitute your own name) Choc-o's birth.” V (Sing to the tune of “Amen”) A-A-A men A-A-A women A-A-A A-Train A-A-A animals A-A-A movie stars A-A-A plant life A-A-A planet A-A-A------------all of ussssssssssssss A all of us Amen! *Jennie Anderson, Aqualung, Jethro Tull |
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