Immunity



Immunity from prosecution

began as a cloakroom whisper

it began like all great movements

in the halls of power

but Great God Almighty

sometimes the jester

is the first man into the hut

he can smell the trickle down

feel it in his dick like electricity


There were celebrations

there was dancing in the streets

there was the end of

some buried Caesar’s Law as

we shed our guilt like snakeskin

jackets, we shed our skins

when the new world began


high, we flew into the sun

on a Roman Cross with

immunity from prosecution



the rabbi's golem

has found a mind of his own

and has his eye on the mirror

ties his tie with the arrogance

of life made entirely of cyphers









Posted: Fri - June 20, 2008 at 10:00 AM