21.
CARNIVAL DOES ALWAYS BEGINS
Written and Illustrated
by Tiffany Osedra Miller
After the fete, after the carnival
When parts of you feel good though you’ve been waxing dishonorable
And you implore God to forgive all your sins
Understand, Rude Reveler, right after carnival ends, carnival does always begins.
Reveler, you’ve been bred to sing the Carnival Queen’s English
Born to denigrate then celebrate ancestors long gone
Rub your muddy skin with chalk and your tongue with jungle cockney
Wear your Great-Grand pappy’s sodded aristocratic mask and parry on!
If you’ve grown tired of marching in circles with pallbearers
And feel that grief has thickened your blood
Pour a libation of rum – for now, hold the coitus
Rub your whitened skin with sacraments of mud.
Ashamed? Go back and dance for God just outside the cat’edral – all praises!
Move your redbone hips to big organs grindin’, ‘God save the Black Carnival Queen.’
You’re merely a reveler placed on this altar-isle for a good, quick time, ain’t it?
Fool former, carelessly crafted, angelic-derelic’, cracked figurine!
Here’s to a Forever The Fete, a Forever The Carnival!
Beauty and goodness prevail as does the grotesque and the horrible
The colored wheel of bacchanal always jumps up, gets stuck, then once again spins
No worries, Prodigal Reveler! Right after carnival ends, carnival does always begins.
CARNIVAL DOES ALWAYS BEGINS
Written and Illustrated
by Tiffany Osedra Miller
After the fete, after the carnival
When parts of you feel good though you’ve been waxing dishonorable
And you implore God to forgive all your sins
Understand, Rude Reveler, right after carnival ends, carnival does always begins.
Reveler, you’ve been bred to sing the Carnival Queen’s English
Born to denigrate then celebrate ancestors long gone
Rub your muddy skin with chalk and your tongue with jungle cockney
Wear your Great-Grand pappy’s sodded aristocratic mask and parry on!
If you’ve grown tired of marching in circles with pallbearers
And feel that grief has thickened your blood
Pour a libation of rum – for now, hold the coitus
Rub your whitened skin with sacraments of mud.
Ashamed? Go back and dance for God just outside the cat’edral – all praises!
Move your redbone hips to big organs grindin’, ‘God save the Black Carnival Queen.’
You’re merely a reveler placed on this altar-isle for a good, quick time, ain’t it?
Fool former, carelessly crafted, angelic-derelic’, cracked figurine!
Here’s to a Forever The Fete, a Forever The Carnival!
Beauty and goodness prevail as does the grotesque and the horrible
The colored wheel of bacchanal always jumps up, gets stuck, then once again spins
No worries, Prodigal Reveler! Right after carnival ends, carnival does always begins.
Goatwaterstrip
written and illustrated by
Tiffany Osedra Miller
Copyright 2012-2013
all rights reserved.
written and illustrated by
Tiffany Osedra Miller
Copyright 2012-2013
all rights reserved.
11/13/13
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