There When

i was there when
simple phrases & the promise
a flying guru utopia
were sold to the gullible

i was there when
in a wave of blatant commercialism
we were followed everywhere
chanting hippie 'monks'
orange robes an affront to the eye
inane bell tones an affront to the ear
(Shame on you George Harrison)

i was there when
on every street corner
there was some gullible crackpot
demanding that we share his gullibility
& take a test
to see if we are willing
to give Ron Hubbard
("There's no money in sci-fi, I'll start a religion")
any more cash

don't make the mistake of assuming
that i know not of what I speak
hundreds of gatherings
some led by world-class word-salad-wankers
in a real-time dystopia
i've watched them
peddling their puerile pathetic platitudes
to the under-gifted

('acolyte' what a despicable word
only at home
in the damp dark recesses
behind the rotting woodwork of disappointment)

every time I hear the word 'spiritual'
i get the creeps

Poetry by Wumbulu
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Written on 2019-07-28 at 07:30

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Marie Cadavieco The PoetBay support member heart!
All so true. Man's deep seated need to acknowledge something greater than him self brings out the very worst kinds of parasites. If there IS an ultimate truth, it will not be bought with donations to bogus causes. So well expressed! I love the "rotting woodwork of disappointment". It was very much how I felt at times. Bravo! - Marie

I love that ending and I love this poem because I share the sentiment. I like how you've framed it as the p.o.v. of someone who was there. Nice!

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
You've built this beautifully. The images arresting. Humanity's Need for fast food easily digested never fail solutions and those who propose them for profit and power.