His mission was simple
To stop the evil
and let the Light
shine in

Why did he have to go
and complicate things
with gnarled pine branches
whose smooth skin twisted
beneath rough patchwork bark
?

Now they’ve found him
turning with the giant ferry wheel
It’s kind of funny the way this riverboat
doesn’t even notice that it can’t loose him
from that red spinning paddle pushing it
up and down
muddy river

His mission was straightforward
To stop the evil
and let the Light
shine in

Why did he have to go
and mess everything up
sketching hieroglyphs
with reeds dipped in
angel blood
on stretched and dried
crocodile skins
on a soft bank
under a gloomy
moon
?

Now they’ve found him
splattered all over the pavement
besides an upscale hotel
where special people
look beautiful
drinking cocktails
and smiling politely
at losers
with silver trays
of broken shrimp bodies
stuffed with something
delicious

His mission was easy enough
Make things better
not worse