The Great Geneticist in the Sky – A poem for parsha Ha’azinu (Aliyah 1)

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My lesson will drip like rain;
my word will flow like dew

The sky is talking
the earth is listening
Let’s get wet with education,
Let words cover us like moss.

Shout out the Best Name you know.

The rocks were here long before us
and we have to assume they
know what they’re doing.

Our backs are gotten.
No One is cheating on us
with another people.

If something breaks
rest assured it ain’t His fault.
Look in the mirror and

you’ll get a sense of
who blew this whole thing.
You and all the other boomers

and x’ers and y-ers and z-ers.
We’re running out of cocktail ice.
The air is burning away.

This wasn’t part of the plan.
This DNA didn’t have phracking
in mind when the great

geneticist in the sky pulled
the earth away from the waters
and built us a garden which

we hardly remember.

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