1971 06 by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Format: epub

And whose slabs dost thou think they be, O | Lord? Dost thou think thy servant has seen a red shekel thereof? ® And great is the rejoicing in the houses of them, who think only of chariots and a little place in Galilee. LO But in my house is there nought but lamentation, 11 For my slabs do not flow and the voice of my bowels is stilled. CHAPTER VI The smatiness of their wits; the beans that may not be spilt. S NOT THE WISE MAN FREE, O LORD, to write his will upon his slabs? Whither is that freedom fled? 2 For unto certain things that carne to pass may I not give testament, lest the children of Israel become alarmed and raise above a grunt. For, it is said, their heads may be harmed with knowledge. 3 And lo, to bear witness thereon, they bring one before me whose brains hath burst with learning and he doth drip upon my robe and grin and maketh his point. 4 Accordingly can I not speak of certain matters. Of deoxyribonucleic acid that is called DNA and functioneth in the transference of genetic characteristics can 1 not speak. Of intensive irrigation and icosahedral dome structures can I not speak, nor of cancer nor of hotpants. 5 And of the giants who sank in the sea and their boxes that made pictures can I not speak, nor of their mighty bronze birds, mor of the mushroom they sent to destroy the lost tribes, nor of the great flood that came from the north and consumed every living creature, yea, even the hairy elephant. 6 But of smoteing and lying with can I speak my fill. 7 I will tell thee, O Lord, what manner of people this is; this is the manner of people that falleth to the ground and misseth. "3 Copyright © 2007 National Lampoon Inc. CHAPTER VII Lamentations w#por their treachery; they slabber; the end of these tribulations. S AN SLEEPING CAMEL IS ENTERED into and withdrawn from and enterec_into again, have I been entered into, O Lord. Thou knowest how it feeleth. My shame is upon my house for Iam an used camel and all my years and all my labors have availed me nought, 2 For Moses who stucketh his hand in a burning bush have I labored; for Joshua who marched his brass band into a wall, have I labored; and for Jonah that was eaten by a tuna, 3 Yea for all these people that hath not as much wit in all their tribes as there is in a date, have I labored, nor have I been recompensed one single entered-into penny. 4 Dost thou remember, Lord, when they first came unto me, bearing gifts of sand? How they fell before me and spake thusly, “Write down our history from the beginning of time even unto yesterday, and maketh us to looketh good and we shall pay you a pretty penny’? 5 And

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