Saccharine Epitaph

"The shadows were children then, eager to run away from the shade where they couldn't distinguish each other's features from the rest of the shapeless black."

--Me, the entirety of a meaningless quotation that sounds pretty cool

And after I've exhausted the rhythm,
I pull apart the fibers of meaning,
And I toss the threads into something
Like a salad or a bowl of cereal,
Caesar's Cheerios,
And it's been really enriching, guys.
And, sugar-coating the eternal criticisms
Of the guys with the words,
I'll spoon-feed us all with honey bunches of poets.

I think God said something about the lukewarm,
And I'm pretty sure it represented how
Sparrows feed their young,
And we ought to embellish the lilies of the field
With plumes of peacock feathers,
And thank God we're not like the Pharisees
Who take everything too seriously.

Smile and nod when a friend quotes a rather pretty piece of poetry
By an author who must've smiled a rather self-satisfied smile
As he wrote something so simply beautiful.
Yes, and it means everything.
And, around this nugget of beauty,
He knit a humble cloth of words to enclose
This catchy catch of a quote,
All wrapped up in a superfluous satchel of words --
For why ought a person dredge the cumbersome context
Of a phrase when a simple extraction will do?

Let's load our rifles with Cap'n Crunch and Lucky Charms,
And may we barrage our enemies with our corn-based
Saccharine croutons, a hint of garlic and a heap of
Salt salt salt salt salt,
And I refrain from silly puns to play on the true assault of ideas,
For it can't compare with this iodine-enriched seasoning,
And I am the salt of the earth -- a grainy white heap of preservative
And nobility,
And I will cater to your curiousity with non-sequitor
After non-sequitor,
For nothing coherent that I have to say
Will make nearly as much sense to you as this.

King James and Shakespeare and Beethoven are light-heartedly
Chortling
And toasting
And cheers-ing to the phrases nobody particularly cared for,
Save for those who pride themselves in rattling off
The billions of books of the Bible and the backs and sides of cereal boxes,
And heaven bless those with the gift of perfect,
Non-discriminating memory.
God bless them
And God rest them,
In memory of Him,
The All-Righty-Then,
And bury me with a sophisticated Latin
Epigram,
Epithet,
Epilogue,
And epitaph,
Something to the effect of,
"Wowzers, he sure knew his quotations and his nutritional info."