Course there is humor.
Laughter is a medicine, perhaps,
unless the laughter is hell spawn.
This is deadly laughter.

And who cares to admit that evil is among us.
And then be funny, too.

Oh, this one deceiving that one.
And who; Who is helping anybody?

Silly people. The time has come for the Shepherd to speak, for one and all to stop the sad, evil lie.

This is the lie. You business person.
This is the lie. You medical man.
This is the lie. You drug pusher.
This is the lie. You pot smoking, frontal, cock-eyed, heart aching, semi-liberal, purse stealing, manipulating, wife-beating, verbally abusing . . . .

You with your black coat and your black cell phone and your black tie, and your glue-slicked hair, and your satiated eyes.

Why do I have to wear this burden, Lord? To call these evil monkeys to the test.
Who am I but a humble man, with little concern for cavalier pursuits?

Didn't the Economic woes circa 1999 mean anything, anything? to anyone.

and the towers came down.
and the tsunami came through,
and you blank, suckers walk with no intent—

And then there's the Relief Effort.... With every CAPATALISTIC sponsored (donated) event. And who cares to admit that the Tsunami is just the beginning. And I don't know. What do I know that I could possibly predict catastrophe in the future...? But really. Are these shocks just going to go away? It is just how it is. They come to speak. One by One by One. And this Sucka, and that Plucker. And nobody cares to admit the Truth. The Lies are so much easier. They sell more books. Don't they?

And as for music. Oh, and as for music. The greatest of all the heavenly gifts. And yes one day in the new city, in the new world, in the new time, we who care enough to make the effort. We who care enough to find. We will hear the harps again. And we will hear more beautiful sounds than ever heard by any man in this time.