Thursday, March 01, 2012

Purim Spiel



I asked her, “Would you come down
Wearing nothing but your crown?
Sing for me and then I’ll make you kneel”
She thought it just the worst abuse
To send her naked to the noose
But really it was just a Purim Spiel

I’m not sure just who you are
Your light shines like the Morning Star
Shadowing far more than you reveal
Let’s be lovers, let’s be cousins
It sort of makes sense, mostly doesn’t
These are just roles in this Purim Spiel

The clown in the three-cornered hat
Who planned and plotted like a rat
Only serves to make us laugh and squeal
And yet like him we have our dream
Of making adversaries scream
Oh relax, it’s just a Purim Spiel

He made a bargain with the king
Who signed it with his signet ring
For ten thousand bucks they had a deal
I didn’t bow down at the gate
Which of us more filled with hate?
Oh just watch, enjoy the Purim Spiel

Two goats stand before the priest
One gets killed and one released
Like the twin who grabbed his brother’s heel
Blessings, curses, both the same
Roll the dice, it’s just a game
That we play and call our Purim Spiel

So which is you and which am I?
Haman, Esther, Mordecai
Tell me what’s a mask and what is real
Come, let’s give each other treats
Things concealed in little sweets
Live it up, today’s our Purim Spiel


3 comments:

Bud said...

Nice.
Too bad Davy Jones is departed. He would have done a fine job with it -- Daydream Believeresque.

J Blood said...

I hope you were doing the Davy Jones dance as you read it.

Bud said...

Doing it now, baby!