| Title: |
Mammon 1 |
| Author: |
Blue Ben W. |
Narrator: |
Blue Ben W. |
| Kind: |
Poem |
Type: |
MP3 |
Time: |
00:03:41 |
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3.38 MB |
Mammon 1
By Blue / Ben W. ~ 2005-12-17
A holiday meditation after paying taxes.
- How strange, our culture.
- We buy and buy,
- Too often too busy
- To make it ourselves.
- So we buy it, greedy selves,
- Or we buy it, a gift ready-made,
- With the best of motives,
- To show love and liking.
- I wish it didn't seem sometimes,
- Like homogenized sentiment,
- One size fits all, impersonally personal.
- We buy so much, it seems.
- We even buy and sell what is no one's,
- Land and water and sustenance,
- Shouldn't those belong to all together,
- Shouldn't they be free?
- What's wrong with us and our culture?
- Then we tax it, and tax it some more.
- Isn’t it odd, there’s legal protection
- From being twice put in jeopardy,
- But it’s alright for multiple sources to tax us.
- Tax me so much that I can’t own what’s mine,
- So I must sell it or rent it.
- Someone else gets richer, I get poorer,
- And so I can’t provide and contribute like I could, like I want to.
- Tax me into poverty or oblivion, if you can.
- Tax my death. Tax all I had when I lived,
- So my heirs have less. Insult them, while they grieve.
- These are the things that mar my holiday mood,
- They give me the blahs and the blues,
- When I want to be happy, and make my loved ones happy,
- I can’t enjoy the way I want to,
- Because in the midst of celebration of life and love,
- I am reminded of lost loved ones, lost even alive,
- Of absent friends or lacking them,
- Of no one to warm my bed, and me warm someone,
- Of death and grieving,
- Of insulting commercialism instead of love,
- Of taxes, when I should be able to relax.
- Mammon, and the Tax Collectors, Scrooge, and the Grinch
- Have stolen my Christmas and New Year’s;
- They’ve drunk all my egg nog and spoiled my turkey,
- Those turkeys – I’d like to give them the bird.
- Those foul fiends are not friends.
- But instead, I will do my best
- To be happy, to make my loved ones and even strangers happy,
- Because that’s what I want much more.
- By that, I’ll gain much better, and hope one day, this better way will win.
- Meanwhile, I’ll smile and laugh, and hide the tears and fears,
- And find a way to ease them, with those who’ll care, if I can only ask and say.
- I’ll pay the tax man, pay my bills, budget it out somehow,
- And work on a way to get past all this,
- I never want to live this way again,
- I want to live, to fight another day, for what is right,
- Not to give up and give in,
- Instead to be true to me, to be true to those I love,
- And, God grant, to widen that circle some more,
- So that next year, I’ll have new loved ones,
- And a better life to share.