So I Was Thinking of Getting My Haircut...

Then last night, God came to me in a dream
    Not just any ordinary God, mind you
    Not some Old Testament Jehovah
    Or even the New Testament Christ
        No! I’m talking of the American
        Evangelical Revisionist God!!!
            You know, the one who Smites the wicked
            and needs Loads of cash…
            
    And I went down on my knees, in humble servitude
    And I said, “Lord…,”
        Because you can’t call Him “God,”
        not to His face…
    And I said, “Lord, why do You grace me,
    your humblest servant, with your August Presence?”

    “Son,” He said…,
        although, He didn’t mean that Son
        I don’t think I’m Jesus, for chrissakes
    “Son,” He said, “why would you want to cut your hair?”

    “What?” I asked, so a-feared

    “Son,” He began again, “when I made you,
        I made you a Hippy-freak”
    “Now I’ve given every human the ability to think freely,
    to think for himself. And I like that I did that
        for you folks, but,” God continued, “sometimes
        that means you make bad decisions, and that’s
        okay, too, sometimes.
    “But, son, in you I created a Hippy-freak, and long hair
    or no, that’s what you’ll always be.”

    Saying nothing, I looked at the Lord with
    trembling awe in mine eyes

    “Remember,” God concluded, “you can change your spots,
        but you can’t change who you really are.
        Now I’m off to visit David Crosby.”
    And in a puff of blue God-smoke, He was gone and I awoke

So now I’m thinking of bleaching it…

1997 © Jonathan Russell