good?

it's good friday!
what's so good about it?
well,
it's seventy degrees outside,
and it's not raining.
that's a pretty good beginning.
plus, according to some delusional weirdies,
starting today,
i'm back to a clean slate of sin-free soulfulness.
yep.
somebody up and went and died for my sins.
i guess that my indelible deviousness
was really written in dry-erasable marky-marker.
that's a do-over if there ever was one.
nice!
thanks, jesus!
of course, if you're jesus,
it's not really such a good friday, is it?
not really a casual friday, either.
probably not a lot of apostles munchin' up at tgif an' that.
i mean,
maybe if there was a dinner special at whtfmf?
(why hast thou forsaken me friday's)
hard-styles.
he's probably just feelin' a little cross,
because those that're hammered
don't get to nail.
(sorry, mary magdalene.)
awwwww, man.
c'mon.
i always thought crucifixion
was an obsession with ocean liners.
it's kind of hard to take any religion very seriously.
two thousand years ago seems to be
when ALL the good stuff happened.
millenia past?
hard to get nostalgic for eternal life an' that,
when nobody's heard any burnt bushy business
in so mutha-lickin' long.
good friday?
sure.
***********
yeah.
so i'm really here.
in the woodsly goodness.
my vacation is postponed until may.
there's no secret fool's day fakery involved.
just some rough patches and poor performances.
the weather is sunny,
but my disposition is otherwise.
there's plenty of work to do,
but not much incentive to get crackin'.
hard work. yard work. work work.
what about batsh!t berserk work?
where's that employment office?
i've got viable skills in the thunder-bringing department,
and a whole heckuva lot of reason to bring that noise.
it beats raking every single time.
i'm bringing a great big fat log of
smoky smog to work.
laying outside in the sun,
ruining the air,
despoiling the day-
battle beastly,
like a pontius pilate pirate;
never quiet, never soft.....