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.
###
photos:
Guy "Zorro" Williams as Chewy Sunset
Sonoran Scrub
Two Camels Left
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Notice
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