Who prays to jump into a swimming pool
filled with icecubes and chilled water
on a roasting hot summers day?
One of those days where you could fry an egg on the pavement.
One of those days where you walk about topless
rub oil over your body-temple
like a chicken in some beautiful oven.
Who prays for the everlasting cup of lemonade
with icecubes and a large glass that glints in the sun
perfectly like a star?
One of those days where the grass looks lush
and when you roll on the grass the grass sticks to you
as if it had just been freshly painted green and stuck
over every inch of you.
Those days when BBQ’s are compulsory.
And the Sun laughs hysterically at the woman
with tree trunk thighs slipping into a pink g-string
that knows no God and swims poorly!
Who prays to the summer that everything is perfect!?
People should only make love in the summer.
People should only Build States in the summer.
People should only tell the Truth in summer.
Local Councils should organise entire communities into Armies and there shall be a fully oragnised Community Water Fight that lasts for two weeks, invovling hoses, water balloons, buckets, water pistols, ice cubes, fire engines, taps and swimming pools. Only when we humans have wet oursleves together shall we realise how one we grow!
Only when society has organised a large water fight will people realise the absurdity and humourlessness of WAR. Only when everyone has experienced communal water fights will Jesus Christ return to the Earth…I warn yee!!
(We have yet to attain World War Water Fight status because people pray for all sorts of miserable self absorbed self pitying inanities. And live through all kinds of self-constructed deadly seriousness)
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