City Council

vs

The Devil


starring:

 Chewy Sunset

~~~

another rhyme by Cloyd Campfire

(2000 A.D.)

~~~


~ 1 ~

Another bi-monthly little

get together in

the gov'ment room was

    comin' along jus' fine ~


The Heros & Heroines be-

hind the long long desk

upfront were smilin' &

   jokin' like fizzlin' wine ~


They handed out awards

& did pleasant chores

as the shadow of somethin'

     loomed sumwhat less benign ~


T'was the shadow of a

building not built yet

that portended to be

    some kind of evil-demon shrine...



~ 2 ~

All the Neighbors present

except for one

shunned whatever it was

    that was a comin' ~


One by one they approached

the local gov'ment bunch up

front, each

   tongue a strummin' ~


That tune

too many

know

   too well ~


Of the neighbor-

hood

goin' to

   hell...



~ 3 ~

A feller with

a horn on his head

and a tail

    behind him writhing ~


And with contortions on

his bull-dog mug

as if

    in the midst of teething ~


Eventually come up

to the podium,

unfurled

   a lanky scroll ~


Eventually it was

obvious

it was

    his spunky goal ~


To build a building

whose unconsulted Neighbors

considered

   an unasthetic reject ~


Something he had designed

for a profit, for

he was

   the money-grubbing architect...



~ 4 ~

Upon the scroll

in

the

    Devil's hand ~


Was what he intended

to do

to a little piece of

    beach-front land ~


T'was

a drawing of

an evil

    demon condominium shrine ~


As easy to look at

as

drinking

   turpintine ~


Looked to be

about

a five story

    tombstone ~


Atop of which

stood

all

    alone ~


A revolving Statue Of Liberty

with an assault rifle in her

hand instead of

    a torch ~


Something like the bow

of a pirate ship

was

    the back porch ~


With a Mexican outhouse

a-deck the end

of

    its reach ~


Smoke was fuming

outta' the statue's mouth

& guess what was drippin'

    onto the beach...



~ 5 ~

What do

you

suppose

   the front porch looked like?


Perhaps some-

thing

to attack

 your psych?


Well, honorable

Ma'm,

honorable

   Sir ~


The front porch looked some-

thing like a 30-year-old com-

pu-

terrrrrrr!



~ 6 ~

And what do you suppose

was a-shine

on the computer

monitor?


Ed Brand for

sen-

a-

tor?


No, not

e-

ven

    close ~


T'was something

much

more

    gross ~


T'was the name

of the Devil's shrine,

oh curious lady

curious fella:


"A Ritalin Pill

For

Little Bill

     Villa"...



~ 7 ~

The oldest wisest

Council Member took a

lonnnnnnng look at the drawing

    on the scroll & said ~


"It would be a sin

to let that

monster

   make IB its bed!"


But the fiendish architect

had kept every law

and slithered

    thru every loophole ~


Besides that, if they

didn't let him build it

he was ready to

    file suit against the city ~


That

didn't

rhyme, did

it?


And a toad in

the estuary

said,

    "rib it, rib it"...



~ 8 ~

It was just

about

at

    this time that ~


Behind the mayor

appeared

a man

    beneath a soiled hat ~


Nobody seemed sure how

he got there

it might have been thru

   the "secret chamber" door ~


Perhaps he landed

like a

bubble from ye

    frothy balmy shore ~


Never the less, there

he stood

full of nothin' but

   regret ~


The zonie

from Arizoneee,

Chewy

   Sunset...



~ 9 ~

Chewy was an

old

homeless

    desert boy ~


Come to assist

the City Council in its

search for

   repose & joy ~


But he wasn't

sure

he

    could ~


Being as he wasn't

from

the

     neighborhood...



~ 10 ~

He didn't say anything

he just stood there

behind the mayor

   & begun to glare ~


At the Devil 'til

the demon

had to

    change his underwear ~


That's right, the Devil

pissed all over him-

self and

    started trembling too ~


What he saw in Chewy's

blazing eyes

made him sun-burn't n'

  sun-stroke, yes, it's true...


 



 ~ 11 ~

Coyotes chased the Devil

down a dry wash,

javalinas chewed thru

   all his thorn ~


The ghost of a lost nun

stepped on his tail that

fell off & an Indian

   dug him up & planted corn ~


A thunderhead drowned him in

a gully, the sun fried his eggs

on a rock, an angel

    with a swank halo was reborn...



~ 12 ~

The arty articulate architect

blinked about twice and

gazed

    around the room ~


He peered down at

scroll in hand

tore it up & spoke to

   all the faces full of gloom ~


"Or perchance it might be

more appropriate that I

design a little

   park on this plot of land ~


"Yes," he smiled.  "I believe

native shrub, an Indian Kiva for

the caretaker, and no profit

   would be absolutely grand!"


The people of Imperial Beach

leaped to their feet and

gave him

    a standing ovation ~


Suddenly he was not only

a Hero to them

but

    to the entire nation ~


Happier than he'd ever been

thru brimming tears

he

    looked all around ~


The stranger under

the soiled hat & with

the weird eyes

was no where to be found.


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photos:

Guy "Zorro" Williams as Chewy Sunset

Sonoran Scrub

Two Camels Left

 

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Notice

And, incidentally, Cloyd Campfire, yours truly, adheres to the principles of the "Creative Commons" in regards to the resources employed on his sites.  I won't take credit for someone else's work, but I'll use it without guilt, giving credit when I can to the artist or writer of the material I'm using.  What the hell, if I use your stuff, you get free advertising.  And if you use mine, you're spreading Word.  Thank you.

 

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