Pride Of The Biosphere - Wigwam

As I cast my mind back to the first years of war, to the best times

Of my entire career as a chaplain, I am still filled with deep piety

With profound gratitude and awe at the recollection of one remarkable

Rather remarcable, recurrent course of events that came to pass

And shed its light in my workaday life in those halcyon years

Warfare is rough play, as we all know, and in the manly and mera-

Less martial turmoil surely all of us, even the merest Negro, the

Lowliest Japanese or Jew, are equals in the sight of the same

Gawd;

indeed, I wish to emphasize this!-

Well, as I was saying, it is with intense emotion and profound

Humility that I recall those months of May, days when the

First ripe cherries would be fresh off the bough;

sitting;

there

In the dull humdrum of the Officers' Mess we would naturally

Be pleasantly diverted by questions such as- would we like some cherries!

However, it became virtually a point of tradition, yes, hearing

That innocent query rather more lusciously worded: a couple

Of «Gerries»?

How about some Gerries!

At this, and blushing

Almost openly, the officers would proceed to rape the waitresses

In full view and afterwards shoot them on the spot

And so, as the afflicted blood of these possessed women crimsoned

The drab floor out our mess, my turn would come to step forth

And perform my own assignment in this Extraordinary, this quite

Extraordinary, colorful drama!

— Those fallen souls laid to

Their last rest before the scorching pains of flaming hellfire

We would fold our hands upon the familiar words of my esteemed

Colleague — words that so frequently during my career have

Intrigued me and brought me succor — inscrutable are the ways

Of the Lord.

and how can we mortals be expected to mind and

Master every turn, a-men