Does anyone know
Who Ahab is?
Not the Moby Dick guy
But the one married
To Jezebel.
Now Ahab was a very bad man
Not that he married a witch
That was his fault
But that he was covetous
The worst possible thing
In the Hebrew scriptures
Is not to covet
Do not covet
Your neighbors wife
Nor his property
Do not covet.
A very bad man
Was our Ahab.
He not only married
A witch named Jezebel
But also wanted his neighbors
Vineyard.
He just could not stand it
He just wanted it.
The guy would not sell
He said some nonsense
About it being an ancestral
Piece of dirt.
As if that mattered
According to Jewish law
A person could not be forced
To part with property that was inherited
It came down the line
And was expected to keep
On traveling down the line
Of the same family
Pretending to be a relative
And selling the thing
Was not taboo either
Well, our very bad man
Named Ahab
Could not stop dwelling upon it
He went into a great depression
Threw himself down on his bed
And would not stop wailing
About how cruel this man was
Oh, go and kill him
Said sweet Jezebel
Cant do that!!
He would get caught
If he could only have it
By a mircle
The guy got gutted
No one knew who had done it.
But there she was blowing
On her nails in the sun.
Sweet Jezebel was so pleased with herself
Go and get it done.
In the middle of the night
To unknown men.
Know as the guy next door
Not the next of kin
Ahab the bad man
Simply took the vineyard
For himself
Wonder what kind of wine
They had made?
It was all bulldozed
And ground under
That expensive vineyard
That had been there for centuries
Just because Ahab wanted
He destroyed his neighbors
Ancestral property
Which had been held aside
By the law of Moss
Now it was going to be
Not a blight on his sight
As he passed by
This guy so successful
He would just have it
An extension of his own
Back gardens.
While his wife
Whose name Jezebel
Appears to mean
Where is the prince?
A strange question
For a witch.
Perhaps she planned
Next on making herself
Into the wife of a prince.
But too late ...
The Prophet happened along
Heard about the vineyard
Had a message from god himself
Threw her down to the ground
While she was drying her freshly
Painted nails.
The dogs from next door
Hungary with no master
To feed them no more
Took advantage of the situation
And consumed the witch
In one great feast
All that was left of her
Was her palm
Just the palm of one hand.
It was enough to identify her
Once her husband came back
That bad man Ahab.
Who did nothing at all
To the prophet
Or the dogs
Who had consumed his wife
The bad man Ahab
Just kept on walking
Through his new backyard
With great pleasure.
Her palm was enough
To identify her
Just like fingerprints
Those funny whirls and whorls
On ones palm
Are unique enough
To be able to identify
A single individual
Even the modern FBI
Have information on how
They use this particular
Part of the body
To make identification
In case there are no fingertips
Keep your fingertips
To yourself
Mr. Trump
It wont make any difference
They can still make
An issue of your palm prints.
Once in a blue moon
There is a man so bad
That his own wife
Is killed over his envy
Coveting someone's wife
Such as Jimmy
Just wanting to be my husband
Or wanting to own
The piece of dirt
That is no longer
A Jardin of fruit bearing trees
The trees are no more
Nor are half a dozen places
He has thrown away my families
Things to the wind
He does not want them
And there are probably
Bad people there where
Once a family of five generations
Lived together in harmony
All women too.
GG to Grandma
To mother and daughter
One by one
They were killed
Just Like those squirrels
Jimmy caught
Which got him sent
To Meadow lark reformatory
Where he met and left
Behind a girl of his dreams
Which is where they remain
In his dreams
Because none of
Them are real to him...
When he goes
His palms will be
Ground up for fertilizer
Once in
A blue moon
The world is righted
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