Duder Verse #1

By Rev. Ciaran Malone

Behind painterly saintly veiled pale stars
Astride a looming bloomin’ fool
Lies a simply laying creak of water
And a favorable amount of silver glass.

Too much bedside wine ‘n whiskey
Snoopy seeps, on his little house in time
“My life has no purpose, no direction, for me"
"And yet somehow I’m happy and kind."

And then there was this bearded dude
Who talked bout’ taking care of the widows
Supremely reamin’ he said – never crude –
As he navel gazed down his nose;
"The widows and the fatherless, man"
"Where they go, The Dude goes."

And how about that smart Brit
Now he said something that really hit
To paraphrase his deduction
"Man, goodwill, it’s immune to all this shit
"It’s like …"Fuck off gravity!" and keeps goin’ up"
Quite interesting, really ties the moral together, innit?

Now I know what you’re thinkin’
This is all a bit too simple
"Be excellent to each other, that’s it?"
Well I’ve got a smile to prove this –
Be excellent to each other
That’s it.

Hey any poets out there want to pen some far out verses concerning Dudeism? Send them to us and maybe we’ll publish them.