In anticipation of my future hour with brother Bender, I wrote this tale
for reading at the festive gathering in the village commons, Cedar Park.
The Democratist's Tale: In the Democratist's Tale, our traveler tells
the tale about the disappearance of his traveling companion, a renegade
Mennonite, who seems to mysteriously fade into dark realms.
With him rode a renegade Mennonite
A buffoon of Censorland, and a singer
To the feeble of mind; the barking cheese gang.
On the back of a spotted jackass he rode
Telling tales of pill popping mania
And of the old ladies' sewing circles
The dreary dragon shrews of the district
And when the Mennomaniac shrieked
Burbling dead brains, like little Mikey V
Drooled, farted, and rattled their emptied heads.
But on the long journey, the merry anabaptist
Lost his courage and grew frightened
Of the Commoners and Free Thinkers
Afraid! He fled the open public highway
Frequented by Knights and Heroes
To be chief buffoon of Censorland
With the domesticated herd of
Consumers and positive thinking addicts
Who spit and slither at all who speak their mind
In that blackened pit where no sun shines
The Miller, The Nun, and me, the Democratist
Implored and beseeched the aged pill freak
"Come back crazy Menno, we love you anyway"
But the Mennonite kept riding his spotted jackass
Backwards he tumbled through Ignorance to Censorland
And Knights and Heroes could not stop him
Further away from the merry troop of travelers
He drifted and slid toward the darkling star
The Mennonite fell to the darkness before the sunset
And the band of travelers wandered on, to seek the sunshine.
