THE CRY OF THE MYSTICS
Teach me to pray.
Tell me what to say.
If I don't have to think for another day,
I'll follow you gladly -- I'll obey!
I'll give you all my time,
If you rid me of my mind.
I'll tow the Party line,
Just let me stay blind!
I don't want to soar.
Real heights I abhor.
It's the gutter I adore,
And the drunken bums who snore.
I'll do anything to please.
I'll get down on my knees.
I'll accept guilt; I'll appease.
I'm ready to be fleeced!
Yes, all men are my brothers!
(Except the competent and others,
Who look up -- not at gutters;
Who think instead of mutter.)
So teach me that real love,
Is selfless and above,
That it goes hand and glove,
With anything undeserving of love.
Yes, I want to be saved.
I know that I'm depraved.
I promise I'll behave,
Please, lead me quickly to my grave! |
