I was listening to my favorite non-public radio station, KPIG, today when I heard a new version of John Prine's tune, Some People Ain't Human. I've highlighted the newer portion for you.
Some humans ain't human
Some people ain't kind
You open up their hearts
And here's what you'll find
A few frozen pizzas
Some ice cubes with hair
A broken Popsicle
You don't want to go there
Some humans ain't human
Though they walk like we do
They live and they breathe
Just to turn the old screw
They screw you when you're sleeping
They try to screw you blind
Some humans ain't human
Some people ain't kind
You might go to church
And sit down in a pew
Those humans who ain't human
Could be sittin' right next to you
They talk about your family
They talk about your clothes
When they don't know their own ass
From their own elbows
Jealousy and stupidity
Don't equal harmony
Jealousy and stupidity
Don't equal harmony
Have you ever noticed
When you're feeling really good
There's always a pigeon
That'll come shit on your hood
Or you're feeling your freedom
And the world's off your back
Some cowboy from Texas
Starts his own war in Iraq
Some humans ain't human
Some people ain't kind
They lie through their teeth
With their head up their behind
You open up their hearts
And here's what you'll find
Some humans ain't human
Some people ain't kind
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
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POSTERITY OBSERVES THE CHURCH
"Profit itself is not sufficient
Motivation for business
Endeavors"--words, if not omniscient,
Merely, without moroseness
Expressing Christian creed, by Pope
John Paul the Second, not a dope.
So why the Roman Catholic
Church has long hesitated
To have--in midst of profits thick--
One excommunicated
With so much taint upon his hands
As Erik Prince, prince of brigands?
The Church acknowledges the war,
The profiteering in Iraq
As wrong; so tell me why, so far
The condemnation seems to lack
Traction in realm of moral spheres--
Is there a basis to have fears?
The taint will linger on the hands
Of Roman Catholics everywhere
Almost unto the Christ, while bands
Of brigands go scott free and clear.
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