Face it! Some weird stuff goes on. Tradition
It’s called. Jewish grooms must crush a shot glass!
What’s that all about? Some prohibition?
The second temple ruined? Everlasting
Union since that glass remains forever
Smashed? Sheesh! And then there’s holy Ramadan.
Eat, drink, carouse all night—but not a bite
From sunrise to dark! Yet, you can con
The system, chomp chow down (untainted) if
You feed a homeless fellow too. Sin’s price
Rebated by good deeds, perhaps? God’s miffed
At hats in church, bare heads in shul? Dicey—
Since women’s rule’s the other way around!
And what do eggs and bunnies have to do
With rising from the tomb? How profoundly
Does that charred lamb bone celebrate the rue
Of slavery? Never mind! Tevye sang:
“Tradition! Where would we be without it?”
I’ll tell you where (think just a little bit)—
Without religiosity’s harangue,
We’d evacuate superstitious shit!
(9/27/09)