I read the glossy magazines and wear the latest fashions,
Why should I not indulge my lusts and exercise my passions?
So I must go to Ecuador
and I must go to Rome
Only the oppressed and poor
are the ones to stay at home.
and I must lie on golden shores
where suntanned bodies are
naked and soft; and burnished skin
gives pleasure to me deep within.
(I shall not go to Bangladesh
and see the bodies there -
naked bone and rotted flesh
that perish in despair)
I read the glossy magazines
and love the Ad-
I shall not see the third world
Only the the rich world's glories.
If you like a country ramble
watch the wordings as you amble
"Do not trespass" they may say
Or ‘Jerusalem’ five miles away
Yet heed all words with greatest care
for they contain a hidden snare
and all those scholarly translations
are oftentimes mere aberrations.
So as you climb the pilgrim's stair
the silent voice within your lair
proclaims you have to declare
the silent footprint in the ground
is your best help to get around -
The silent arrow pointing straight
denotes the path to Heaven's Gate.