THE WAR ROOM
ODE TO JEZEBEL-- A poem about sloppy agape Christianity

BUT, MAN SHE'S HOT

Tom Graffagnino

We’ve got ears just made for itching,
We’ve got lukewarm thermostats!
We’ve got wand’ring donkey syndrome,
We wear pluralistic hats.

We’ve put Truth now out to pasture,
Now consensus is our thrill
We graze now on sheer opinion,
What we “feel” now fills the bill.

We’ve got fences made to straddle,
Rules and bound’ries to erase.
If we work hard, we can do it …
We can save the human race!

We believe what TV tells us,
We keep Idols on the screen…
We read Rolling Stone for pleasure,
And we do our voting Green.

We’re Big Brother’s younger siblings
He can save us, we feel sure!
He’s our very Great Physician,
Glory! Big Bro’s got the cure!

Yes, Utopia’s our target,
No, my friend, I kid you not!
Let’s give Jezebel some credit…
We’re lukewarm, but, man, she’s HOT!

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