Viernes Sancto

Good Friday's when I wonder how

This world would meet its savior now.

Would we even notice thirteen men

Performing wonders now and then?

Could we put the LORD up on TV

For all this napping world to see?

Would the Sanhedrin and Caiaphus

And Rick Santorum make a fuss,

And call Jesus a pious swindle

Or write new gospels straight to Kindle?

Would Jesus feed the multitudes,

Loaves and Fish for gals and dudes?

Or take back all the fish filet

And make water from the McCafe?

And quiet down the constant chatter

Over things that hardly matter,

Stop the presses, hold the phone

And let the lonely be alone?

Perhaps the world, now always streaming

Needs salvation from redeeming.

Would He be King, who came to save,

On "Survivor- Isle Beyond The Grave?"

Le Roi Des Fous

Here, now, on April Fool's Day,

Which returns each year in May,

Let's take time to rededicate

Ourselves to whate'er made us great.

With folly as first principle,

Let other cares be minceable

And seek in every way and thing

A nat'l hero, judge and king.

Who is the wisest fool, let's ask,

And how best to achieve our task?

I'd begin, I'll share with thee,

By searching the majority.