Mad Cow Raises the Dead

Mad Cow raises the dead
Edison climbs from his bed
Lazarus raised from his sleep
Cow even makes Christ weep
Time on the tip of his tongue
Blasphemy born in his lung
Past is what the Present is
He’s always been a history whiz
He knows science, he knows peat
He spots alley cats in heat
Cow reads minds, pulses two
He knows what’s on the other shoe
He puts other cows in their place
He adds oranges to his face
He puts enemy heads on pikes
Goes to Facebook and looks for likes
His ass a shrine for pucker up
The pilgrims eagerly taste the cup
Swallow hard and swallow long
Serenaded by an exit song
A budding chorus across the land
Fill the air with “This won’t stand.”