Namaste, Butthead

    नमस्ते

Namaste, oh, venerated Master of the Universe, the divine in me recognizes the divine in you

Surely you are the Best and the Brightest as evidenced by your truly transformational greed

Greetings, oh beloved next generation whom we have so carefully brought forth and protected

Soon you must ignore us as but irrelevant and doddering, purposeless and lost, old fools

I recognize in your greasy and sweating obesity the effort to attend to that internal eternal

Layers of fat distancing you from the illusory clamor of the too material and very temporal world

Namaste, oh wise and beneficent CorproExecs, meditating inside safely locked compounds

Your lack of morals reflective of the Great Void that you will so soon rejoin once again, forever

Namaste, to our eternally patient and long-suffering domesticated, vegetarian cousins

Our industrially-efficient, franchised holocaust surely earns each of you so much good karma

Salutations oh lawyers, your gifts wasted on forms of deliberate and unnecessary over-complication

Now that you hate yourself and your once-honored profession, I would almost share your pain

I bow to you - Fat and loudly cursing, proudly illiterate, drunken, redneck fellow pilgrims

May your ATVs and pickups, jetskis, snowmobiles, dirtbikes and speedboats always loudly bray

Namaste, rich and well-connected son whose only real job has been as a political sock puppet

Greatest success on your new career as elder statesman, we await your fairytale memoirs

Namaste, my criminal brother, clinging to your brutal lifestyle like a wet rat in a dirty flood

I respect your cruel focus like the looming empty eternity into which we are both certainly slipping

Yaar, I feel that overwhelming force which drives your greedy and so short-term ambitions

I honor your selfish centering amid this turbulent confusion that leaves us with but a hazy blur

I nod in admiration, holy snake oil salesman cloaked in odd vestments and stale traditions

Making an honored, tax-free living pimping worthless divine life insurance on fictional eternal souls

Namaste to my 1 billion brothers shackled to unspeakable poverty and inescapable filth

We could each share about 1/5 of a cent and exhaust the $2M they say I need for my retirement

Namaste revered arms-producing protectors, for holding phony bogeymen away from our shores

We dare not speak against fat annual budget increases lest we be labeled Soft On Defense

I watch in awe there, my target market brother, as you manage to ignore so many issues

Your Zenlike focus upon consumerism blocking out the squishes foolish socialist squeaking

I salute your botox and cosmetic surgeries, your hair dyes, implants and your miracle fat melters

For surely these all help you down that great Middle Way towards a wider cosmic understanding

Namaste young peasants working 14 hour days, sleeping 20 to a room who earn $100 a month

I support your struggle for a better life by charging the cheap goods you make but cannot afford

Namaste, all my fundamentalist brothers of every ignorant, uncompromising and angry stripe

I recognize your merciless, amoral righteousness as a but a short, violent prelude to eternal paradise

May your devotion to the mindless pleasure of explosively-empty corpro-entertainment be exalted

For just how far can it be from the enlightenment gained by daily repeating Om Mani Padme Hum?

Aliens Judge Earth And Humans From Space

This whirling green and blue planet, sparkling with white clouds, bright and shimmering seas,

dazzling icecaps, dusty brown deserts, wrinkled snowy mountain ranges and twinkling city lights

Smudged by the smoke from wood fires and factories, wrinkled by roads,

pock-marked by settlements, scratched by the hands of the creatures that evolved here

Full of life from its poles down to its deepest ocean trenches,

its surface animated by the heat stored within,

that amazingly thin atmosphere, rich in oxygen, too rich in our CO²

More than a miracle, though not all that it could be,

spot of life in the emptiness, isolated in a blackness so many light years across,

journeys with its sun ‘til the end of its days

Tilting its axis two times in each orbit, white snow filling the shadow,

as green effloresces under the sun,

whirling in tandem with a huge, silvery moon which brings the tides rippling

and rising in its orbital phases,

seemingly everywhere a beautifully complex set of natural reactions

And one there is of all the species that has cataloged and explained, hypothesized and sermonized, philosophized and capitalized, worshiped and desecrated,

whose work and whose effluvia can be seen from above.

So what would they think looking down from above?

is it a horrid little nest to be kicked hard and snuffed,

or a pleasant, shady grove to pause and relax in?

You be the judge in your home quite safe and warm,

or you make the call tending your fire, poverty-stricken and forlorn,

You show those strangers your wondrous technology, art and possessions,

or hold out your child to them, filthy and emaciated,

and look away as you mumble a confused and meaningless confession

You’ll Become Nothing In The Void

An insecurity-inflamed petty ego drove you like some vile moth toward the hot media lights

You will get to enjoy an eternal, unconscious respite in utter darkness, near absolute zero

The greed that drives you to such heights during your short, selfish life will abruptly end

Afterwards others will briefly find new baubles to live for, but you won’t be aware of them

The effect of the big lies you spread will quickly recede to the cosmic background level

You will feel nothing of that and neither will you ever be conscious of anything at all again

The  power you wield now shall be taken from you, at the very latest, just at your passing

Not to worry, that nagging need shall disappear, along with all the rest of your venal thoughts

You wont be punished for scamming them with bogus heavenly insurance for their fictional souls

For neither you nor your foolish flock shall dwell anywhere, any longer, for any time at all

Now, your too-clever loopholeing earns you a fortune and the respect of your one-track peers

But, there’ll never be any more over-complicating obfuscation down in the fine print for you

You avoided any contemplation of the infinite for your entire superficial, yet hollow life

You will have no need of thought and no mechanism for thinking, and you will not know

So you died with the most stupid toys and, yes, you actually did win this lame rigged game

But there’ll be no smirking HappilyEverAfter as your lifeless dust dilutes in outer space

You fulfilled that most sacred and holy of trysts and brought forth the next generation

Yet, none will perceive the eternity after all life on earth ends forever along with our sun

You proved war was inevitable and wasted absurd unquestioned sums providing evidence

You won’t even see you have no real weapons, no enemies to demonize and nothing to protect

You called yourselves Masters of the Universe and knew you were the Best and Brightest

That vain perspective will silently implode as you spiral into the abyss of Ultimate Equality

You made bribed deals, exaggerated claims, omitted details and hid in locked compounds

The suffering of your long disease was but a prelude to your infinite sentence to nothing

You mindlessly wasted, destroyed, polluted and consumed as much and just as fast as you could

Now, be spread randomly for unimaginable eons by the cosmic systems you so carefully ignored

You stood under lights delivering their script, usually believing the nonsense that you read

Darkness shall bind you, silence will fill you, and emptiness shall be your eternal state

You trumpeted Traditional Family Values, preaching that regulation would cost them jobs and money

You will not be greedy, you will not be scheming, you will, like me, simply not be, at all

Your schedule will still contain important items you just had to do, but whose time never came

Soon there will be no pressuring deadlines or over-commitments, yet certainly never any boredom

You stepped on them and kicked them down, backbiting and ass-kissing to that corporate apex

But the incessant greed-blinded insecurity driving you will be lost in infinite dreamless sleep

Surely the simple faith of your lifelong poverty will at last receive its just and everlasting reward

Yea, for certain, ye must never again endure suffering, grief, tears, pain, hunger or anything at all