No Cookies For You! – A Poem for Haftarah Vayeshev

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When I got to the Book of Amos, I was disappointed
he wasn’t the same guy who made the cookies.

In fact, he spent a lot of time admonishing people
for behavior which left them not deserving of cookies at all.

The ones who sold other ones for money,
the ones who took advantage of the poor,

the ones who refused to tell the future despite
the gift they’d been given to see it.

A slew of punishments are given to those who
chose not to behave in accordance with the

holy light they were bathed in. The stout hearted
were sent to flee naked on the day of admonishment.

Can you imagine, instead of prison, you’re stripped
of your clothes and sent on your way.

Hard not to pick out the improprieters in a crowd
with their impropriety on full display.

We who were taken out of the narrow place
given all the love. We who complained and

threw our brother into a pit. This love is
a two-way street. We’d better keep our clothes on

if we ever want a cookie.