MOONSHINE

Humanity-- hillbillies of the universe

fractious, forever feuding

given to fratricidal rages

Mindlessly blasting their ballistics

into the surrounding void,

their refuse shamelessly strewn

throughout the solar system

like so many upturned rusting cars.

They are not good neighbors.

Their blaring, vulgar honky-tonk sound

jamming every known frequency

without regard for whomever it might offend

When Christ-God himself appeared

they suspected him of being what he was,

a revenuer, and they killed him.

They are wanton and lawless,

every generation of their snot-nosed heathen brats

behave wilder than the last

Just as their hounds howl when something

unheard hurts their ears

the hillbillies of the universe wail and pine

as something unseen and unknown

more poisonous than moonshine, tortures their hearts.

They are ill-bred, uneducated, isolated

and armed to the teeth.

This, when combined with chronic heartbreak

makes for a dangerously wounded beast

Travelers be warned-- steer wide and clear

of the green/blue planet