THE TRUE STORY OF HEADBUTTRESSIA: A RELIGIOUS FANTASY

By Billy McBride

Copyright 2019, by William McBride

All rights reserved.

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One day outside of an apartment place,

A normal place where speaking face-to-face
A Bully One, outside upon its field
Discussed with Bully Two a thing revealed:
“Pray hither peer, a challenge! Does one dare?
There is a man in there at whom I stare.
Record that territory well, there! Look!
Inside Lord Mammon’s place, there is a crook,
A symbol’s heap, that figure fashioned there,
A vision coming to us out of air
A vision getting stronger now, and Bam!
His temporary presentation, Damn!
He’s ruining Mammon’s chambers, that’s for sure.
For questions grey to know, we’ll guide some lure
So crucial to establish why that man,
Is creeping inside there, what is his plan
With limber step, us silent, simply crossed
Before our peering eyes at such a cost,
Is in our Lord’s apartment? He will pay

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That error, it will be his own last day,
A funeral for his freedom kept at rest,
His body to the pavement will be pressed,
We’ll bring him greatest tears, he will not mend;
He’ll feel our chorus remedy his end!”
So next to Bully One, the other stood,
Then Bully Two himself began to brood:
“Yes, over there! That guy’s in Mammon’s place
That funny guy who has a guilty face,
Intruding, creeping, stealthily around
In Mammon’s, our Lord’s palace we have found
That man inside, a thief with stealthy pace.
He must be made to go without a trace,
And time we’re losing, which we can’t afford.
The man is up to no good, Oh my Lord,
Lord Mammon, he would be upset to know
A man’s intruding in his place and slow,
We must defend our Mammon’s room and board.
We shall not let him sneak to Mammon’s hoard.
Then we should make a quick resolve to act,
And come up with a plan and make a pact
Since what he’s doing there, our God knows what.
As Mammon would, let’s go and kick his butt,
The two of us will beat him, that’s a fact.
He must not be there, and remain in tact,
We don’t like people messing with our God,
But why that man is there, I think it odd.”
The man at home was found to feel a dread,
That Billy Mack to Angel Thrikbot said:
“Oh, Angel Hope some problems have been made!
Oh, Angel Hope within my breast, please aid
My troubles, there were kids around this place,
The children did it in a quickened race,

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They made those silly notes in their tirade.
The kids left notes upon some cars and played
A joke on me, they said in paper slips,
They wrote that I am evil, gave men tips
That I am much some kind of awful man,
It was, alas, a silly little plan
To tell some lies that I am really bad
To stir things up to make some people mad.
I do not like those childish games they play,
They put those notes on car-doors yesterday.
I know the kids were playing with some men
By telling jokes about me, Billy M.,
But why, O why do other men outside
Want now to beat up Billy Mack McBride?!
Dear Hope, my wife, how can I stop poor me
From being beaten up by each bully?”
Now Angel Thrikbot thus made her reply
To Billy Mack McBride, her worried guy:
“Please listen now to something that I know,
Now hurry Billy M., and quickly go
To your computer which you think is off,
And press the number “88” so soft,
Please press it very lightly, don’t go slow.
It is important, do not ask me how.
I know you think that this is silly stuff,
Please press the number gently, don’t be rough,
But do it, you will see what it can do.
Those bullies outside think that it is true
That you are in a room of someone tough
With you already they have had enough
As well they’ve had enough of beer to drink,
The bullies’ Lord is Mammon, and they think
That you’re a great intruder of his home.

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By pressing softly “88” you’ll come
Not to a harm, though they are on the brink
Of coming at you stronger in their stink,
Of bursting in to do you much a wrong,
Yet, “88”’s their signal all along.”
So Billy Mack did press the “88”
And Bully One to Bully Two did state:
“That man inside the shelter of our Lord,
That man who can’t our trouble now afford,
Did you just see what happened over there?
Upon my word, he did it, did he dare?
That man, he did, he did upon my word!
He made the signal of our Mammon Lord!
I’m shocked to find that guy found out the code.
We were about to let our force unload.
It’s unbelievable, he did it. How?!
That man on Mammon’s keypad, there just now
Pressed “88” and lightly too, it showed.
That is the signal, yes, our Mammon’s code,
A code of Mammon, “88” and light.
There must be a mistake, this is not right,
However, I just saw it with my eyes,
There’s something up for us to realize,
But why’d he do it? Call off now our fight,
I swear we could have given him a fright,
We must not beat him up, hold back, we must.
And, damn, we could have beat him into dust.”
Now Bully Two to Bully One outside
Some more did talk of Billy Mack McBride:
“Describe to me again just what he did,
Let what’s to know be visible not hid.
I also can’t believe just what I heard.
Did that intruder really give the word

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By signaling the code which was well hid?
That was a code of codes to pop the lid.
The place that man is in is Mammon’s home.
How do you know that man in Mammon’s room
Just broke the code by which we have to yield,
A code which will, for him, provide a shield
From our abuse, which would have been his doom?
How did he happen by that code to come?
He really pressed lightly an eighty-eight?
Did he, oh no, did he? What do we do?
A man in our Lord Mammon’s place anew
Just typed an “88” and sealed his fate!
So let’s not stand around outside and prate.
We must not be mistaken of this act;
But, yes, he did, pressed “88,” a fact!”
They both of them with that were shocked anew,
Then Bully One complained to Bully Two:
“Indeed he did! The man in Mammon’s home
Did press the code-password known just to some,
Did break that password, something is not right.
I don’t believe he did it - stop our fight
From taking place, it would have been his doom
For him to be caught messing in his room,
In Mammon’s home, while Mammon was away,
While Mammon was away on this here day,
The man intruded, lightly typed the code
Of “88,” yes, we must hit the road,
And leave, let’s break off quickly as we may.
We should not stand around, do not delay.
As in our Lord’s apartment, on his keys
By him, he did it on the pad with ease,
On his own secret panel, there was hit
The passcode “88,” a perfect fit,

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The code is broken, let us hurry, please,
This now is not the time around to freeze,
But get away from here. He saved his butt.
We would have struck him down to you know what.”
The Bullies left, and worried, Billy M.,
Some more did talk to Angel Hope of them:
“My God, those bullies outside whom I heard,
Those bullies, each, who spoke with hated word,
Were pretty mad with me, I don’t know why,
I did not do a thing nor did I try
To make them angry, that I can’t afford.
A heap of threats and insults they both poured,
Oh my, they sounded very mad, you know,
And I did nothing wrong, but I did go
And with your good advice I pressed the keys
Which somehow made them back away with ease,
That must have been a sign for them to go.
They left so quick, each face they did not show,
And they were set to beat me up for sure!
And I was set to be inside their lure.
I know that they were bullies with a plan
To do that to me, two against one man,
They seemed as mad as bullies ever were,
They thought I was a crook as they would stir
Up trouble. Thank you, Hope, for it was odd
Why they believed my place was of their God.”
Now Angel Hope to Billy Mack McBride
Began to calm him down, and thus replied:
“Indeed, I know; it’s good they left this place
As if away to something else to chase,
Now listen, Billy M., and listen well:
Your Mom is coming over, can’t you tell,
She’s coming soon so wear a better face,

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She’ll come to help you clean, so quickly race
About the room to stay some more awake.
Get going and don’t fret about your ache,
I know you’re tired but you must leave your bed,
And be alert, come on and use your head
Or else...You need to act, for goodness sake!
I realize that some effort it will take,
I know you’re hoping you can get some rest,
As rest is normally the thing which is the best,
But here and soon she’ll be here, listen now:
Get up from bed and wait, I’ll show you how,
And hurry up since this is not a test.
I understand that motion is a pest,
Come on, do it, it’s vital that you move,
Get going, Mom is coming with her love.”
Now Billy, next, to Angel Hope inside
His breast with some concern again replied:
“Oh no, now what the heck is going on?
What was the deal with those upon the lawn?
What was the heck with those men close outside?
And since those kids left notes on cars, and tried
To pull a joke on me, (and now they’re gone)
And I was here quite helpless and alone,
While people at their cars did find those clues
Which let some things untrue to get unloose,
Which said bad things about me, written lies!
How will I ever look them in their eyes,
Those neighbors? I? Those kids wrongly accuse,
Abusing me with pranks which they did choose,
Abusing me with slander, why O why?
O why did I, a man who’s very shy,
So give them any reason for that joke?
Did I do something ugly, blow a smoke

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Into their eyes, no, I’ve been wronged, O my!
I now shall have to next defend the lie,
And, OOOOOOhhhhh somehow I’m in a greater pain,
And can’t go out, the men think I’m insane!”
And Billy was in pain, and Angel Hope
Began to tell him this to help him cope:
“Dear Billy, can you hear me this is Hope,
You Angel dear who always helps you cope.
Now you’ve been up a long time and your tired.
And now this something happened all cross-wired
As you were up and working like a dope,
Working on your project with a hope
Which seemed to be possessive, this did show:
By making an attempt, your radio
And synthesizer project failed, fell flat.
The set-up did not work, and you failed at
The broadcast station, awfully, you know.
It took a longer while but it went slow.
Your synthesizer music, all that rock,
The music all of which you like to talk,
Could not be set up yet, and now alas,
You’re in a troubled mood, you did not pass,
The broadcast signal now you can’t unlock,
It’s closed up tightly, solid as bedrock,
And now you’re in some fit you did not gain
Success upon the night, and you’re in pain!”
But Billy Mack was mostly feeling dread,
And this to Angel hope the poor man said:
“Dear Hope, my Angel, is that speaking you?
I think that I trying to get through,
There’s something wrong, I’m in a lot of pain.
I thought I felt your message, it was plain
That something is not right; what should I do?

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I felt a signal but there’s something new,
I felt a sign but now it feels a lure,
I felt a signal but I’m not so sure
That it was you, when normally I can.
Is something going on, some greater plan
To happen next, some sort of high order?
But, OOOOh my pain has worsened, as it were,
That I feel bad its hard to make it gone,
A problem since all night I worked upon
That synthesizer broadcast radio,
And now I failed for now, and we all know;
But you are fading, yes, it’s like you’re gone.
I feel that I am once again alone.
My pain has worsened, Hope can you hear me?
You’re fading, and your love can hardly see.”
Some time did pass while Billy laid in bed,
And then he heard an awful voice of dread:
“I hate you Billy Mack, now bend a knee,
I hate you Billy Mack McBride. You see
That block, that picture of that small tree root?
You see how small it is, it’s at your foot,
That root is yours, it’s yours pathetically,
That root is yours. Now bigger than that tree
Is mine. Look at your coffee table now,
Yes, look. You see right there where it does show
That very long extension, that is mine,
Now watch your head move with it, oh so fine,
I’m moving you, your head, you don’t know how.
I’m moving you, your head, it’s happens now,
And now I’m gonna come, come to a thrill.
Right now you’re stupid, I have blocked your will.
It’s time I do the same to your wife Hope
While you are being forced, you cannot cope,

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While Super Mammon does the same to Jill.
And it will be our pleasure, them to drill,
And most of all, they’ll like us, and scream: wwwwwow!
Accept me as your Lord and God right now.”
While Billy Mack was speechless, time went by,
Then Angel Hope to him made her reply:
“Dear Billy, that was Richard fooling you,
Dear Billy, listen, what I say is true.
Your brother, Angel Richard Rorty, yes,
And his own making fun was a success,
He is not really Mammon, that is true.
He didn’t do those things that we all rue.
He did it as a prank, a silly jest,
Your brother Richard, deep within your breast,
Was just pretending, though you thought it real.
It was a big illusion, no big deal,
You thought him Mammon, but you wrongly guessed.
You can’t see everything we can, it’s best,
You know your Angel brother very well,
And he was hard with you, we all can tell,
Though sometimes, weird, he likes to play a trick
On you, but trust me, you are not that sick
To have that really happen, you can tell.
So trust us more than ever, you are well,
It was his weird illusion, this is true,
He made you think that Mammon abused you.”
So Hope revealed that it was Richard R.,
Who next did speak to Billy, his brother:
“I love you Billy Mack McBride so much,
And as your Angel bother, doing such,
This was a test on you and you have passed.
And you are good, it’s over now at last,
I know I was a little weird as such

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To make your head move with a stranger’s touch,
To play pretend that I was Mammon too,
And make you feel that all was bad and new,
And make you think I did those awful deeds,
I wish for you to know your goodness leads
To awesome things, you’re good, and I love you.
You’re good, and to your Angels you are true,
I never really did what you did feel,
I only was just playing, and you’ll heal,
I know you hated feeling like I did,
That I was Mammon, I did greatly kid.
Nobody for your Angels came to steal,
Nobody did your Angels wrong, it’s real
That neither I nor them are ever bad.
We’re Angels, and for heaven we are glad.”
And then Ha-Shem began to speak anew
To Richard and to Super Mammon too:
“As always Richard Rorty you are good.
You make me feel a very happy mood,
Your Angel-test on Billy Mack McBride,
Of which your Angel-prank on him was tried
Was all-permitted, doing as you should
To put to test B’nayvoovah, and brood
Upon his thoughts, and test him here and now,
However, it was hard, it best did show,
Though it was all a joke on him you made
Pretending you were Mammon, as his shade,
And, as him, bothered Billy that way how
You did it, you did good to him below,
You did it, it was ultimate, your aid
Came from you telling him it was all made
In heaven, Richard, you are fine with me,
And, so I’m glad and satisfied with you,

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A good celestial Being and Angel man.
But Super Mammon, as you know you can
Be warned by me, you are in trouble, see
That what you did was wrong, you are guilty.
So Richard Rorty you’re good in my book,
Yet, Super Mammon you’re not off the hook.”
Next, Ora Ora Tiferetot cried
For Billy Mack, and then to him replied:
“Dear Billy, this is Angel Jill, your wife,
The one you married first in our love life,
Your Ora Ora Tiferetot true,
And I love you, and each and all love you,
Your brother loves, in his own afterlife,
Between you both there never should be strife,
He loves you very much in his own way,
He understands you more enough today,
And he did not do wrong by his own jest,
As Angels we’re invincible, his test
Was meant to help you out another day
Which coming will be of a kinder play,
And as he did it, none of us were harmed.
Not one of us are bad, you will feel warmed,
I realize it was just a little weird,
But God permitted it, and it was cleared,
And still that Super Mammon left alarmed.
You’ll understand when later you’ll be charmed,
The mystery of it you’ll one day know,
You’re going back to Earth from here right now.”
Again Ha-Shem began to speak aloud,
To Billy Mack addressed his subject proud:
“Now Billy in the future time, I wish
To have you be proud that you are Jewish,
To have you tell whoever that it be

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Who tries to make you think, to make you see,
That they are God, remember tell them this:
That I, Ha-Shem your loving Maker is
The one to whom you praise and worship, then
If they demand that you convert to them,
By forcing you to change and to accept
Them as your “Lord and Savior,” that they kept
You in their minds for you to say: “Amen!”
Remember this, it’s silly stuff of silly men,
To that, just tell them, sorry, it’s too bad,
And that to them it might sound that you’re mad:
“Les Miserables is my Lord and God.”
(The book by Victor Hugo.) Yes, it’s odd,
But tell them that and I’ll be very glad.
By telling them that phrase it is not bad.
Now on that book right there you can afford
To write this out: “Lord is my Lord and Lord.””
And next, while Billy was himself in bed,
His Ora Ora Tiferetot said:
“Dear Billy, this is Jill, your Angel here,
Your Ora Ora Tiferetot clear,
Your Ora Ora Tiferetot bright,
Just now that line Ha-Shem asked you to write,
It’s good you wrote it down right there, my dear.
I say to have no worries, have no fear,
But if you do, try not to let them show,
I know you think it strange but you will know
How better days will come to each and all,
How we all love the others, great and small,
And you, who do these things so that you grow.
I say that you will be better, and Oh,
That line, “Lord is my Lord and Lord,” to brood,
That line, “Lord is my Lord and Lord” is good

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To write on Victor Hugo’s book Le Mis,
That line’s a sort of message of our biz,
We know what’s up, and reasons why you should.
We understand your worries and your mood,
We want whoever sees it to explain
What happened, and its meaning in her brain.”
Then Billy Mack McBride to lovely Jill
Began to speak to her in his own thrill:
“Ok, my loving wife, my own heart pleads
To let you have your way, I’ll note who reads
That line is meant to learn to figure out
Just what has happened, something strange no doubt.
I say its good to know what stuff one needs
Even if it’s strange to do such deeds,
To keep the mystery, to keep it bright,
To let the reader find a special light,
And know a little every now and then
About what makes some women and some men
Attach to this or that which makes them right
To have a nourishment and new delight,
To have good interests followed, not abused,
As if those interests when good could then be used,
To know to have the hope which they can feel,
A hope which comes to show them what is real,
A hope which can be for a greater use.
And being so, will help her not confuse,
With what is there, with what we seek, it’s best,
Ok, I’ll let them figure out the rest.”
Just then there was a knocking at the door.
And Billy’s Mom to him her talk did pour:
“Hi Billy, it’s your Mom, I’ve come to clean,
I understand you wanted to be seen
To help you get your place in better form.

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I’ve come to change it back into its norm,
It looks a little messy now, I mean.
It is a little bit right there unclean,
I want to start within the kitchen room,
Don’t let me bother you as I zoom-zoom
As then I’ll vacuum, you can do the tub.
I brought some Comet soap for you to rub
To get it fresh and make your place a home.
I’ll make it clean from here to the bedroom,
So now I’ll start the kitchen as I said.
What’s wrong, you look a like you are halfway dead,
Are you Ok? You look a little pale,
Your eyes are red, they seem to me to trail
Around the room in trouble, in some dread.
Have you been at those books you always read?
Have you been up all night? We’ve got to get
At cleaning your apartment. Are you set?”
And Billy, shocked, from all that happened late,
To his dear Mom, he started to relate:
“Hi Mom, I know we planned to clean and all,
I’m glad you came, you are a special gal,
And seeing how you’ve come to help me out,
I think it nice, so nice of you, no doubt,
I understand it’s late to have the gall,
I know it’s sudden, I was going to call
To tell you not to come, not yet to clean.
I hope you do not think I’m being keen,
I’m glad that you would help me, very glad,
And I don’t want you to get ever mad,
But I can’t clean right now this place I mean.
I cannot work now, here or there between,
I’m in a lot of pain from late last night,
My sleepiness as well I’ve had to fight,

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As sleeping came a little harder then,
I played my synthesizer music when
I stayed up late, and now a pain I might
Have longer if I work with you tonight.
I’m sorry I messed up and stayed up late,
But I can’t help you clean, my pain is great.”
Now Billy’s Mom began to understand,
And to her son this speech to Billy planned:
“Ok, I see you’re in a lot of pain,
And I wish not to go against the grain.
I think you really should take more good care
With playing music, of yourself, you are
So tired of dealing with your weary drain,
So tired, I understand, so therefore gain
Your needed rest, don’t worry about me,
I’m here to clean up better, you will see.
If you’re so hurt, I’ll work a little bit,
And leave you be to take some care of it,
To heal yourself, I shall work quietly,
I want you now to know that you are free.
Go to your room, and in a little while,
The better place shall put you in denial,
When after I am done with all this stuff
I’ll leave without disturbing you. Get tough,
It is important, get some rest, and smile!
It’s time for me to carry on, and I’ll
Now do work here a little like a maid.
I’ll clean around this place without your aid.”
And, Billy laid upon his bedroom cot,
Of better feeling right now he was not.
Mom cleaned his place, while Billy was in pain,
He spoke these words to Jill to show his drain:
“Dear Angel Jill, I’m glad I’m here in bed,

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The place whereat we all of us did wed.
While Mom is cleaning up this messy place,
This is indeed a troubled funny race
To know what’s going on within my head,
To understand to get myself ahead:
That brother Richard came in that disguise,
I fear sometimes that Richard is too wise,
Pretending to be Mammon, what a shock!
But that’s a little better, yet unlock
The mystery to learn from, if to prize
The mystery I wish to realize
Of what will happen in the future time
If both the bullies by some way sublime,
If both those weirdo bullies do come back?
A way defensive is a way I lack,
I’d surely be a victim to their crime.
I’d be in trouble, my alarm does chime:
What must I do, what should your husband learn
If they some way get stronger and return?”
And then Mom finished it before she left,
And as she left she threw with a great heft,
A perfect throw of Billy’s toy monkey
Which so did land upon the couch gently.
Now Jill herself to Billy Mack McBride
To comfort him again therefore replied:
“You are a worry wort sometimes, it’s true,
You fret of future times, as if you knew!
I say to you don’t worry about them.
Of course, those bullies are a few bad men,
But we can deal with them, and so will you.
We understand these things to happen too:
We know just what to do when things go bad.
We don’t want you to think you’re going mad.

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You cannot help but fret when you’re in pain,
We understand about those men, it’s plain,
Just know that here in your apartment pad
You’re safe, I know you still feel somewhat sad.
You’re safe, though you’ve got limitations now
With all your feelings, hurts and life somehow,
With all your pain from staying up last night,
And being unsuccessful in your fight
With that which made you for this time feel low.
That you should feel yet lower, I say no.
But she is leaving now, she cleaned your home.
Now wave a good farewell to your kind Mom.”
Approached a storm, a hurricane did hap,
And then a car door slammed with a hard slap.
A Neighbor in a fret began to call
Out to her children outside from the hall:
“Oh my, a storm is coming, I can tell,
It seems to be something bad, not well.
I’m certain that it’s coming, hear the rain,
Which falling down is starting now to gain
More force, the winds are scary, what the hell?!
The winds are blowing, chiming like a bell.
The rain is building up with greater force,
The air is howling, screaming, getting hoarse,
And skies are darker, darker than before.
I’ve never seen them darker, that’s for sure,
The storm is coming, taking its full course.
The storm has come here from some evil source,
So kids, come in! Please get yourselves inside,
The winds are taking all from what’s outside!
I’ll shut the doors, the weather’s getting bad!
I say, my children, please don’t make me mad,
I say to hurry up, don’t nurse your pride,

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Now hurry up, we’re getting forced to ride
This storm out. Wow, it’s really coming down!
Kids get inside! It’s coming for our town!”
Then Billy Mack felt worried in his breast,
And thus to all his Angels he addressed:
“The men who live around this place of mine,
The men of whom I think are not so fine,
A bunch of them are doing something wrong,
I have been worried therefore all along
That they are Jons, they make that common sign,
And they have told themselves to get in line
And see the prostitute a few floors high
To please their crueler whimsies by and by.
They may believe I’m one to call to call the cops,
Because I did, to bring them to their stops,
To help the neighborhood, as I did pry
To help the situation, yet each guy
I’m sure would like to beat me if they could,
And that would not be something which is good.
What if they get together with their friends
To help them beat me? So much depends
If you can aid my worries, if you would
Keep me from them, it’s better that you should
Keep me from being hurt by their bad crew.
I hope you can help me. What do I do?”
Sweet Angel Hope to Billy then replied,
As she, an Angel was his better guide:
“Don’t worry Billy, it will be okay,
Your wondering too much about today.
We all of us love you, we know so much
Has happened as of late, to worry such:
About this storm now rushing, coming grey,
What also Richard did in his role-play,

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Pretending to be Mammon, but he’s fine.
He really didn’t take it out of line.
We all know what we’re doing; it’s enough
You worry about bullies and what stuff
They’ll do to you, so listen well to mine
Own message: I think you are doing fine,
I say that you are safe as safe can be;
But also understand I’m heavenly,
And yes, that bad crew up a few floors high
On whom you called the cops so that they try
To stop the prostitution ring quickly,
I know they will not hurt you, you are free,
They can’t hurt you, you’re safe, now put out there,
Your Don Quixote book for kids to share.”
So Billy put that book for them outside,
And, coming in, to Angel Hope replied:
“I’m scared of what is going on this time,
I’m realizing that so much has been sublime,
I don’t want to be bothered by those men,
I don’t want to feel sorry now, so then
I don’t need to be troubled by their crime.
And I can’t simply under some rock climb.
The fact I called the cops is their delight.
Whoever knows I’ve called the cops, they might
Find ways to get me back and do me worse,
I hope it’s not some awful bloody curse,
A curse on me, like on this very night
Above my head, the curse into light
My own beliefs for justice for that girl,
That girl who’s wrapped up in a problem real,
The one those men are prostituting much.
I tried to help her, yet those men as such
Seem quite unstoppable, and they would hurl

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Themselves at me, it is so much unreal,
They’d bother me, I’m now afraid of that,
Or come at me with guns or with a bat.”
Then Angel Richard Rorty started next
To Billy Mack McBride his speech’s text:
“Dear Billy, look around, yes, over there,
Yes, over there upon the drywall where
You made a painting of your Angel wife,
Yes, Jill, she is the love, yes, of your life,
Dear Billy, yes, I know you love her care,
Dear Billy, look a little closer, dare
To see that picture, she’s invisible,
You see what’s on that picture very well,
And of her portrait, look again and try
To understand that it was really I,
Your Angel brother Richard, of that girl,
Who painted beautifully and visible
Her eye, I, Richard painted prettily,
I took the time to paint it beautifully,
Her gorgeous eye, I did that, yes, indeed,
I know you’re tired and now there’s something freed
Upon your vision, sparks you’re seeing. See!
They’re here and there, these sparks are getting free,
They’re sparking, glittering in your eyes and face.
The sparks are flying all around this place.
As Billy walked around, the sparks he saw,
And speaking to his Angels showed his awe:
“What are those sparks? Whatever can they mean?
To figure why they’re here, am I so keen?
They’re flying all about, and where I go
They seem to follow me as if they know
Just who I am, it’s like some kind of dream.
The sparks do move about me it does seem.

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The sparks are getting brighter, brighter, yes!
Of what they want or why, I cannot guess.
They seem to me to understand my pain,
The sparks are flying like some sort of rain
As outside storms are pounding on the tress,
At this apartment pad, at it’s address.
The place is wild, and I did not expect
The storm which acts to make us all shipwrecked!
Why does this happen to me? Is it real?
The hurricane has come, the thunder peal,
Each weather all at once, and when I checked
In my own brightened room, all brighter decked,
Throughout my room, it’s even stranger yet,
Where sparks around my eyes and room are set!”
Now Richard thus to Billy Mack McBride,
Beginning next by guiding him replied:
“I know you well, that you remember them,
You know deep down what they mean, Billy M.
I know it all about you, everything,
And you, you’ve seen what all those sparks will bring
Before, you’ve seen them, now you see again
The sparks which know you, your life, your pain.
This is the time for Billy Mack McBride
To stay well put right here once more inside,
To have things happen as they did before
To not yet open up your outside door.
Your memory contains your future life,
Each thing, each Angel, every Angel wife
Knows what is going on, and what is more:
I know you best, you’re almost on the floor,
I know you better than you really know.
You see, I’ve been with you and others too,
And you are good, but tired so follow them,

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The sparks are here to lead you, Billy M.,
Into your bedroom to that cot below,
That cot which moving in here will now show.
So follow them, now rest and you are done,
You’re done, and we all love you, everyone.”
So Billy Mack did follow what he saw,
The sparks did guide him as he felt an awe.
They took him to his room and to the cot,
And laying down a vision was begot,
A spiral galaxy emerged, then rest
As Billy fell asleep when down was pressed.
The True Story of Headbuttressia as a Sonnet Sequence in Five Acts:

2.

Within the middle of that night, he woke,

And Angel Pneuma then to Billy spoke:
“O look, B’nayvoovah, to God and pray,
Now Billy M., what do you have to say
For your own self? What is your best reply?
I think you better think about it, “why?”
You ask, think harder now about this day.
I talking to you, Billy Mack, hey hey!
This is your Angel sister Pneuma, yes,
Your Angel sister Pneuma talking is,
I realize that you still can’t see me,
But even so, what can you say frankly?
What do you have to say? And please don’t guess.
I hope you realize what’s up, so I shall press:
I think you know what’s up about this stuff
Which went on with its power, it was rough,

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Which happened to you now. You still can’t tell?
Believe you me, there’s something that went well,
But also not so well, a clue that’s tough.
About these happenings, which were here of,
About this, tell me what has happened now,
About the what and why and where and how?”
Then Billy Mack unto his sister cried,
To Angel Pneuma, Billy Mack replied:
“I don’t know what you mean, what kind of stuff
Has happened, why you also say its rough
What’s going on? Your questions make me stop
To think if something’s different, you did pop
Within this Angel channel, but it’s tough.
Events with us, I understand not of,
I don’t know what you’re saying Pneuma, dear.
To me it isn’t obvious or clear,
I’d like to find out all of what you mean.
What happened, sister Pneuma? I have seen
So much that happened outside and in here,
Inside this place, my rented home, my dear,
But I suppose that things are changing yet.
And of them is there cause to be upset?
O I can tell that something’s on your mind.
About these things, whatever did you find?
What thought does make it so that I am set?
What makes you think right now that I can get
Myself to see. Whatever must come clean,
I don’t know what. Whatever do you mean?
The Angel sister, Pneuma, his own guide,
To Billy Mack McBride again replied:
“So Billy here we are within this time,
A moment which could be thought as sublime,
Come on, you can’t tell me that you don’t know,

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I’ve never been the one to call you slow,
Don’t make me go on as suspenses climb!
Don’t play around, yes, this is not that time,
I have a confidence that you will care,
I do believe you’re getting now aware
Of what has taken place to little you,
I want you to get with it, that is true,
But here you look around with your blank stare.
Dear Billy, do you feel that you’re somewhere?
Dear Billy, don’t you know what is the case,
What happened to you in a quickened race?
What happened, what took time and a great plot,
And also what went wrong with your on lot,
What happened now to you and to this place?
Dear Billy, now pretend to see my face,
Dear Billy, surely you must be alert and know,
Those thoughts of which are what you need to show.”
The Billy Mack to Angel Pneuma cried,
Unto that Angel sister he replied:
“What is it sister Pneuma? I can’t say
What is so special now about today,
Why anything has happened yet to me,
Of what you speak, to me is mystery,
What’s going on or happened on this day.
As I am stretched out here where down I lay.
I love you much, on that thought you can bank,
I love you yet I have to say I’m blank
Of being understanding of my state.
If something happened, please begin, relate
To me if I should know or fear or thank.
What is there from this mystery to yank
As if it were an apple from a tree?
If something really matters, let me see.

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If I can try to manage knowing that,
If I can gather all my knowledge at
A suitable best answer now to be.
I understand my knowing is not free,
I understand that cognizance is shut
To such about me, knowing of just what!”
To Billy Mack the Angel Hope replied,
His Angel-love, and wife and gentle guide:
“Dear Billy, something happened, we’re concerned.
You were not maimed or hurt nor were you burned,
Ha-Shem has saved you from a violent death;
He brought you to this planet, saved your breath,
It’s planet Headbuttressia, be learned,
A place that’s new to which your life’s been turned.
A few close moments on the planet Earth,
He captured you in sleep, for what it’s worth,
He brought you here because some bad men killed
You, and you felt no pain; and they were thrilled
To think they set you up, they brought to birth
Some lies which have on Earth been going forth,
Some lies they spun, they said you hurt a boy,
And what we’ll say to you you won’t enjoy,
They killed you for that, then they sold your art
For high prices. We love you from the start.
You Earthly reputation has no joy.
A wicked trail of lies they did employ,
They lied to all, your parents, and the rest.
Your music! We all know you tried your best!”
To Billy Mack the Angel Jill replied,
She being too his wife and Angel-guide:
“Yes, Billy Mack you’re feeling now a gloom,
And Billy, all the art here in your room
Was sold, your reputation was destroyed.

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You reputation could have been enjoyed,
But now they buried you within your tomb,
And said that you will dwell in fiery doom.
They unto you did make their wicked wars.
The art you see, although it’s just like yours,
The same was Jesus Christ’s before he moved
Away from Headbuttressia, he proved
That he could copy all that art of ours.
And he’s not here for you to thank, of course,
He moved away and left this place the same.
It looks the same, for which his goal did aim,
It looks identical to your own home,
The one you had before they trashed your own
When after wicked men played their bad game.
He helped, and now this place here you can claim,
And Jesus left the place the same, it’s true.
He organized, before Ha-Shem saved you.”
Then Billy Mack to all his Angels cried,
To those he loves and heeds, he now replied:
“Ha-Shem saved me from all that? Is it true
That I was saved, by love and kindness too?
I knew that I was having a strange time,
But really, did those men enact a crime
On me by killing me? O! That bad crew!
I think I’m shocked as this seems very new!
And have I really woken up from death
To be here on a planet just like Earth,
A man who has been given one more life
To live on a new world far from that strife
Which happened upon Earth, which took my breath?
If so I’m grateful, I could almost laugh,
It’s hard to understand that Ha-Shem paved
A way for me to have, in bliss be laved,

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A way for me to breathe again right here.
You call it Headbuttressia, my dear?
And poor old me by Ha-Shem became saved?
And, so aside these things cannot be waved?
And, all you told me now, what came to be
That Ha-Shem from my violent death saved me?”
Then Angel Hope to Billy Mack McBride
Did make an answer true, and so replied:
“It’s true dear Billy, Ha-Shem rescued you,
I’m certain you are grateful for it too,
And even though he did that miracle
Of helping you live on this planet, still,
We are upset, though all of this is true,
I understand all this which happened now is new,
It still, on Earth, did happen, all we said.
It even makes us feel, in anger, red,
What happened is they killed you in your prime,
You know it’s really bad to have that crime
For them not to be kind but kill instead,
For them to murder you, and make you dead,
At least on Earth, but now you’re here alas,
This better place, a place which ever was.
This new world is not heaven where you fell.
It’s not heaven but neither is it hell.
So they, your Earthly wealth, they did amass.
And now you’re here. On Earth it came to pass
That everybody hates you, all on Earth
Since you were framed, yet here you have a birth.”
Next Angel Pneuma then to Billy cried,
His sister dear, that Angel thus replied:
“I ask you since you’re here, this fact is clear,
And Billy Mack B’nayvoovah, my dear,
What is it that you want now, Billy M.?

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I ask to get an answer, not from them,
Your other Angels, just from you right here.
Of me, your Angel sister, do not fear,
What will you do for your own self right now?
What will turn up is what I wish to know.
I hope you’ll answer me, my question well.
You’re not in heaven, neither are in hell,
So tell me, answer that, the what and how.
Does Billy Mack McBride begin to show
That Billy M. thinks Pneuma does him wrong?
I am not wrong, with me you’re safe among.
You’re here, your Angel sister Pneuma’s love
Does go a long way, I am still above,
And as an Angel, loved you all along,
As every Angel loves you from their throng.
So Billy M. it’s you we know and haunt,
So on this planet, what is it you want?”
To her and each next Billy McBride cried,
And feeling better, safer thus replied:
“I think I know what I would like, indeed,
To plant somehow for me the wishful seed,
And hesitating not, these things I want:
A fame and comfort. If you are to haunt
My mind and also let me plant that seed,
Perhaps these are the things I really need:
A fame and comfort, those are what I wish.
A comfort yes for me to be my dish.
And just like that, those things would be the two.
But, ahh, there’s one more thing, a thing that’s true
To these, my own desires for such a wish,
I do desire as well, no need to fish
Out any other thing I need just yet.
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The third thing which I want is to be loved,
And that is all, and if it can be proved
That I could have those things, those things to get,
If I could have those wishes granted, yet,
I would be very satisfied, I guess,
And that is all, those three, my wishes, yes.”
The cats inside the place did quickly run,
The cats did have the strangest kind of fun.
And Angel Hope to Billy Mack McBride,
With love inside her Angel’s heart replied:
“Yes, you will have those things, yes, I am sure,
They’re things as good to ask as ever were,
And yes, I know those cats upon the floor
Who race about are not the same, and more,
They are the cats of Jesus, or, they were,
They were the cats of Jesus, I assure
You that, they were his cats who look like yours,
As everything is same within these doors.
And also they are not the only two
Who changed, since we your Angel retinue,
Each loving Angel wife is each to ours,
The ones to which you give the best flowers,
But we can’t act the same, the same we were.
Our lives are different, new things must we stir,
So bear with us, we’re different than before,
Still Angels, still invisible, but more,
You also have been changed, uh huh, we’re sure,
As you yourself will know right now better
As you can check down there, you’re not the same,
You know already, you can tell it’s lame.”
And Billy found that he was impotent,
And to his Angels spoke with a lament:
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On Earth some wicked people really did
Those things to me? They killed me? Is it real?
And I was saved by Ha-Shem not to feel
A thing, no pain, no hurt, as bad men rid
The world of me, and others there amid,
Themselves of me, and done in effigy?
All this I start to realize, to see
They really thought that I was to be framed?
It worked, they framed me, then on me they blamed
That some poor child was hurt or beat by me?
It’s terrible those men had cruelty,
It’s awful all those things which bad men do.
I had a little idea, and it’s true
I really wanted just to do my best.
It seems to me I passed some sort of test,
And I was saved and brought to this place too.
It is amazing to be here with you.
They really did those awful things to me,
By framing me and getting off scot free?”
Then Angel Jill to Billy Mack McBride,
From her own Angel’s love and heart replied:
“Dear Billy, I’m afraid that is the case.
You are alive, same body still and face.
You’re in a better place now, that’s for sure.
Though Headbuttressia’s like Earth, it’s more:
A different planet and a better place,
A better world to keep up in your pace,
It’s compensation for the one you lost.
Here dwell the children from the Holocaust,
The one on Earth which killed them each and all.
They live here now as people great and small,
And young and old, with them you became tossed.
Life has been compensated of its cost.

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And they, these children in this place like Earth,
With you as well here have a newer birth,
They’re ghosts but good, as ever ghosts can be.
They’re people of all ages now, you’ll see,
But in their ghostly form, for what it’s worth.
This world does make it possible to go forth.
On Headbuttressia is where you dwell,
The difference from Earth is hard to tell.”
Next he was shocked and Billy Mack McBride
To Angel Jill, his Angel-wife replied:
“Oh wow, that is a shock, it really is,
I almost feel I’m shocked into a bliss
To know all this, I’m very very glad
To be revealed these things, and I will add
I’m grateful that you told me that and this.
Of Earth, the people there, I know I’ll miss
Since most of them my life helped me arrange.
I find my situation very strange,
That I’m on Headbuttressia, and all
The people here are ghostly, great and small,
Of every age, and every ethnic range,
And every color are from white to orange,
Although these ghosts were once alive on Earth
As children here they’re given a new birth,
From children from that horror Holocaust,
And that their lives by Holocaust were lost,
They live again in goodness going forth.
A better life for each of utmost worth.
It’s strange this planet Headbuttressia
Looks just like Earth, by plan and by idea.”
Then Angel Jill again began to cry
To Billy Mack, her husband and her guy:
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Those goals have been such permanently jailed,
To have a normal life, to make some wave
With art, with music and with words, to pave
A way for your success, it can’t be trailed.
You coffin has been permanently nailed,
Your goals of each and every favorite one,
Those goals that you, there living, could have done,
Have been destroyed because of all we said,
Because those people did you wrong you’re dead
On Earth, and you just wanted good clean fun;
So much for them, their goodness now is gone,
Those goals you had were crushed, one, each and all
You wanted to be known by great and small,
You wanted to be famous there, no doubt,
And do some good on Earth, but now you’re out;
Between the Earth and you, a spacey-wall,
That planet Earth is far away, a ball,
A planet in another galaxy,
But listen now, some ghosts are speaking free.”
Next Billy heard the sound of people there,
Outside his window in the open air.
But they were Ghosts who spoke of him outside,
A Lady Ghost to a Man Ghost cried:
“So who’s the new guy living over there?
Yes, him, a new guy. See him? That is rare.
I wonder what he’s like, what’s up with him,
And if he’s special, smart or if he’s dim,
I wonder what he’s like, that stranger man?
I wonder what has happened, how began?
The new guy must have come from far away,
And I would like to meet with him one day
To learn about him, if he has a plan.
It is our interest now: who is that man?

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I wonder what he does, or what he’ll do?
And does he have a sort of purpose too?
We Headbuttressians shall welcome, yes,
That guy who’s living over there, I guess.
We probably should meet to get a clue.
I do believe he’ll talk to us. Hey you,
What do you think he does, and what of how
He got to here? So who’s that new guy now?”
Unseen by Billy, then the Man Ghost cried,
And to the Lady Ghost he thus replied:
“Just over there, yes, where we see that guy,
Beyond the rail up to the building high,
It looks to me that he’s the very man,
Who by exchange and by some sort of plan
Moved into Jesus Christ’s abode, but why?
I just don’t understand what’s up, oh my!
He’s now the one in Jesus Christ’s old place,
That man in there who has another face.
And Jesus moved away, that is a fact.
Still Jesus left his home the same, intact,
But Jesus moved away without a trace,
As off he went upon a some sort of race.
That new guy is the one now in that room,
A nicely set up bedroom, not a gloom,
A nice apartment, living there right now.
It looks like Jesus Christ has left us, wow,
And now there is that guy where he did loom.
And so he makes his spot in the bedroom.
So Jesus left, and now that guy is there
As Jesus must have vanished into air.”
When next the Lady Ghost with him outside,
Unto to the Man Ghost there, she thus replied:
“Well, he looks nice, but I liked Jesus Christ

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Who was a good old buddy, I insist,
He was a friendly neighbor and a friend.
I think I’ll wonder much unto the end
Why Jesus left, he vanished into mist.
He disappeared and we all get the gist,
It seems to me that he did a good thing,
And yet this new guy yonder took his place.
And yet I know it’s harder to replace
A man like Jesus, in his vanishing.
With Jesus gone, what will the future bring?
But still the new guy looks like he is nice,
To be set in that place, it is a prize,
What do you think? He cannot be that bad.
The new guy must be good, he must be glad
To have that place, though I have said it twice,
That I liked Jesus who was very nice,
Yes, I liked Jesus as a neighbor man,
That Jesus Christ seemed good I understand.”
Unto the Lady Ghost the Man Ghost cried,
And therefore to his dearest friend replied:
“I know, I’m gonna miss that Jesus Christ,
And Jesus truly disappeared like mist,
I thought that he was a good neighbor too,
I think it sad since Jesus really knew
The way to be a friend and I could list,
Of acts he did, so many kinds not missed,
The many things he did when I knew him.
For him my heart is thankful to the brim,
I did not realize he had to move.
I wonder why, for need, for want, for love
Or for some other reason which is dim,
Or therefore was it not some sort of whim?
But Jesus was an honest man for sure,

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And Jesus had a special kind of way.
I’m gonna miss that guy, I hope one day
He’ll tell us why he left; and I assure
You this, that anybody new can’t be much more,
And so that new guy cannot now replace
Our former neighbor Jesus in his place.”
Then back again the Lady Ghost replied
Unto the Man Ghost with her there outside:
“So with the new guy, what’s his story now?
Does anybody know the why or how?
Let’s find out why he moved into that place
Once occupied by Jesus; let us trace
The story of the new guy, let us know
What he is doing over there to show
Just what he’s up to, why he came, and who
This new guy is, if he’s at all good too,
Just how he is, and what he’s doing here.
We both should read his mind to make that clear!
Let’s read his mind right now, right through and through
To get a better knowledge, yes please do,
To get a better understanding, yes,
Of why he’s here, and what he’ll do with us,
Perhaps he came here from a yellow bus,
And see if he’s as friendly as Jesus.
So let us read his mind, let us not guess!
Let’s read his mind, it’s open more or less,
We’ll read his mind to see what kind of plan
He has, and learn if he’s a friendly man.”
And so they read the mind of Billy M.
As he was thinking of his death, and then,
A Man Ghost Two to those two Ghosts replied,
The other Ghosts who talking were outside:

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“Hi Jen and Toby! How’ve you been? What’s new?
Hi Toby, Jennifer, so how are you?
Hello, my friends it’s good to see you here,
Hello kind friends whom I find very dear,
But there is something now again, it’s true,
So who’s the new guy come out of the blue
Into the place of Jesus Christ, the home
Where Jesus was before he left to roam,
Where Jesus used to live who was our friend?
It seems to me his stay met with some end
Because that new guy’s settled in our town,
He came into this neighborhood, our own,
And traded places somehow each to each.
An understanding of this fact, I’d like to reach.
I think I’d like to learn just who he is
Who took the place of Jesus Christ, what biz
Does he have now, his character. Please teach:
Just who he is, if bitter, or a peach?
What does the new guy do in his own turn?
Just that is something which I’d like to learn.”
The Lady Ghost unto the Man Ghost Two
Did speak to him about the guy who’s new:
“His name is this: B’nayvoovah, he’s called
To Headbuttressia he has been led,
B’nayvoovah, or Billy Mack McBride.
He’s had some sort of special kind of ride
Which brought him here inside that place now walled,
So far this information his mind told:
He’s come from far away, a planet Earth.
To here, he had a special kind of birth,
His other home, the Earth, from where he came
Is farther off, and good Ha-Shem the same,
Our God from whom we came, for what it’s worth,

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Does help this Billy Mack now to go forth,
By bringing him, B’nayvoovah to here.
He had a sort of problem there, I fear.
But Billy Mack McBride B’nayvoovah,
His longer name, he somehow switched by law
The places, his with Jesus Christ’s, it’s clear,
He home is stuffed with copies of his gear,
And now he’s come from his own distant land
To live with us we mostly understand.”
The Man Ghost Two unto the others cried,
To both the other ghosts that Ghost replied:
“B’nayvoovah, that really is a name!
It sounds like Bunny Boo Boo, it’s the same.
B’nayvoovah sounds nothing such like Christ,
Though, Billy Mack McBride, I get the gist,
He’s got two names, for that him cannot blame,
To do so would be courting a wrong aim.
But also other than his name we say,
His funny name which connects voo to nay,
And other than those things we just now know,
I’d really like to learn and have it show,
If that the new guy, Billy Mack, is gay!
Yes, gay, perhaps that is the case to stay.
I wonder that! It seems to me a thing
To now consider, doing so will bring
Us to some sort of uttermost concern.
What do you think? Are we to check and learn
If he, the man they call B’nayvoovah,
If he is someone so, if he is, ah,
If he, B’nayvoovah, is gay? Let’s see
What answer we can figure that will be.”
Then next the Lady Ghost to all she cried,
And spoke some more of Billy Mack McBride:

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“I do believe that Billy Mack is gay.
And what is there remaining yet to say.
My deep suspicion normally is right,
That he is gay, it must be brought to light
By intuition that’s the better way.
I have a funny feeling right now. Hey!
Yes, now its obvious, it’s perfect, ha!
I do believe that he, B’nayvoovah,
Now occupying Jesus’s old place,
By lawful moving in, without a trace
Of where did Jesus go, nobody saw.
But yet I see as if it were a law,
I do believe that Billy Mack McBride,
That he we see within from here outside,
Is gay, I know it in my Lady’s heart.
If there’s a challenge to that, do not start
The challenge since I have that certain pride
It’s so, because my Lady heart inside
Me usually is right, it must be yet
That Billy Mack is gay, on that I’ll bet.”
The Man Ghost One unto the others cried,
Unto the other ghosts he so replied:
“Hey everybody, look at the new guy!
Hey all, the guy is gay, don’t ask me why!
He’s gay, the guy in Jesus Christ’s old place,
He’s gay, he’s gay, his body, self and face,
And everybody in this place come by!
Under the clouds and underneath the sky,
Look at the new guy Billy Mack McBride,
The guy we all can see from here outside,
Look at him, Billy Mack, the new guy’s gay!
Look at B’nayvoovah to all I say
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So gay is Billy Mack, he cannot hide!
To be a gay guy, that’s his certain plan,
Look everybody at the new gay man
Who’s living inside Jesus’s old home
As Jesus moved, that new guy made his own
That former place of Jesus, understand,
From here to there and up and down the land,
That Billy Mack McBride, the new guy there
Is gay, his body, self and face and hair!!!”
The Lady Ghost then to the others cried,
And in a funny ghostly way replied:
“The new guy Billy Mack McBride is gay!
The new gay guy is here and here to stay!
The new gay guy is Billy Mack McBride!
He is so gay, so gay out and inside,
So gay he is, and that is what we say!
So gay he is, so get out of his way!
So here he is, he’s gay, and it is true,
The we, we have a gay guy who is new,
Moved into Jesus Christ’s apartment pad
To have his home, the new guy must be glad
To be here, and he’s gay to me and you!
B’nayvoovah’s as gay as water’s blue!
So gay he is, this one, B’nayvoovah,
Yes, true, B’nayvoovah’s is new, ha ha!
So gay, and yet a guy who’s found a home,
A home inside as Jesus left his own,
And honest Jesus, whom we knew and saw,
Did go away from here to someplace far,
Did leave it for this gay guy, yes this guy
Who’s gay inside and out; it’s so, O my!!!:
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And being quite confused again replied:
“I understand they read part of my mind,
And doing so, a few facts they did find,
But why is it that they all think I’m gay?
If only they read further in their way
My mind, they’d know it’s nothing of the kind,
You’d think that facts their readings of should bind.
Though nothing’s wrong with being a gay guy,
And I am in a quandary as to why,
Still being puzzled, why they think that I
Am gay, it makes no sense although I try
To be open with all and not be shy.
You’d think that should not propagate a lie.
Of thirty Angel wives they should yet learn,
For thirty Angels lovely I do yearn,
I’m married to, to each and every one.
I love you wives, and all our good clean fun,
I love you, and you me love in return,
It always is the case their love I earn.
But why, O why do each and every ghost
Outside think I am gay as they do boast?”
Next Angel Hope to Billy Mack replied,
And with a loving heart the Angel cried:
“I know, dear Billy, you’re a bit concerned
That those outside with silliness have turned,
That they, the ghosts, now think that you are gay,
And spread that rumor all around, that they
Have figured out because they think they learned
Some secret that their readings have returned,
Some secret in your mind which they did read,
Though reading well has not been done, indeed,
Of course they read it wrong as we all know.
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The thing that their bad read did plant the seed,
That you were gay, still it would be a deed
Of which there would be nothing wrong, you see
As you have figured out, and so have we,
As you already know, and we all are
Quite happily in unison, and rare
Our marriage each to each must be,
And, it is wonderful as you to me.
As far as that they think you’re gay they boast,
They just think that because they’re silly ghosts.”
And so the Man Ghost Two to all replied,
And, with a shock the Man Ghost Two thus cried:
“What? Hey! He knows Tob Shbeeb, he knows her well,
He knows Tob Shbeeb, like brass a brassy bell,
He knows that lady, that is kind of odd.
For how on Headbuttressia did God
Bring Billy Mack to here where I can tell
To here, a place where all of us do dwell,
Somehow he still met Tob, Tob Shbeeb, indeed!
I’ve learned this now because his mind I read.
That’s strange, I never knew she knew of him,
The new guy, Billy Mack or Billy M.,
The newest guy to come here, by some deed
I learned that they are close as I did read
His mind and found that plain old sort of fact
Which prior knowledge of that fact is lacked.
Tob Shbeeb, you know, Tob Shbeeb, one lady here
On Headbuttressia this planet where
Tob Shbeeb and Billy Mack McBride do act
As if they have a union of a pact,
As if they know each other, figure that!
Tob Shbeeb and Billy Mack McBride! What!? What!?”
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And speaking of his wife, he gently cried:
“Of course I know Tob Shbeeb, I married her,
Of course I did it with my heart to lure
With you and all the other thirty beings.
My Angel marriages, and thirty rings,
And one for me. I do not wish to stir
Up too much trouble by my love for her,
Or make a problem with these ghosts outside
Who have my mind now read to be their guide,
But, yes, Tob Shbeeb and I, in love, we are,
And her I love, as she’s my guiding star
Who helps her guy, me, Billy Mack McBride,
From loving her, my wife, I have not shied.
I did not know they knew her, that’s alright
For I will love her in my great delight,
For still I love Tob Shbeeb as much today
While even all these ghosts think I am gay,
As much I love her every day and night,
Both night and day, through darkness and when light.
So, yes, of course I married her, that’s that.
I know her as my bride and wife, that’s what!”
Then Angel Hope to Billy Mack McBride,
Her husband and her loving friend replied:
“Dear Billy, that about Tob Shbeeb is true,
Though you have married us, your loving crew,
They did know her, your sweetie Angel-wife
Who helps you so much regulate your life,
They knew about her once, and now do you,
But there’s no reason you should make ado,
Tob Shbeeb loves us and you so much, you see,
Yet still, Tob Shbeeb once lived here happily,
A Headbuttressian before you met.
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Where she and you and we did meet, Billy,
Which ever since has been right naturally,
So once she came to Earth, next we met her,
Our Angel spirits did begin to stir.
You know her other name is Patty Cake,
And then we found you, yes, for our good sake,
And then we all got married, as it were,
It happened for the best, yes we are sure.
So you and her and we became a team,
But once she lived here, then to Earth she came.”
Then Billy Mack to Angel Hope inside
His breast, to her, his wife, he so replied:
“I’m glad to find that out, dear Hope, my wife,
I’m glad to know now not to ask “what if?,”
My Angel wife and super awesome guide,
That dear Tob Shbeeb, another wife-McBride
Once lived here in an otherworldly life
Apart from any of the Earthly strife.
I’m happy now you have you plant that seed.
I’m glad she did, and now I know indeed
Her better than before, dear Patty Cake,
Who is Tob Shbeeb, for everybody’s sake,
Who helps me cook and talk and paint and read,
Who takes charge as an Angel in her lead,
And who is sweet when doing it, and kind.
But other than that fact, there’s on my mind
That silly question which of late I ask,
I hope it’s not an inconvenient task
To answer since it’s of a silly kind.
And let me ask again you to remind,
But of these friendly ghosts outside who say
They know her, why do all believe I’m gay?”
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Of sirens in the distance past the wall.
Then to the Ghosts the Lady Ghost replied,
And being startled certainly she cried:
“Be quiet! Do you hear that sound again?
It is not any siren of a train!
That dreaded sound of sirens further off,
The ones we hate of which we fear and scoff?
It’s them, they’re coming, yes, indeed, it’s them!
Let’s quit our talk concerning Billy M.,
Let’s get inside us all, and hurry, please!
And hurry quickly as a sudden sneeze!
We must not be outside where we are seen,
We all are to be hidden, yes, I mean
Right now!!! They come, the Nazi bad Police!
They’re almost here, to bother all our ease,
The Nazi cops are coming for us all,
The Nazi cops will capture us, they shall,
And we all know to hide from them to stop
Each bad and every awful Nazi cop
From finding us out here or in the hall!
O, they could find us near the building’s wall!
Let’s go, the Nazi cops are round about,
The sirens blare, they come for us, no doubt!”
Therefore the Angel Hope to Billy cried,
And having better knowledge, thus replied:
“They all are scared and go because they feel
That Nazi cops are people who are real,
That Nazi cops are out to get them, true,
But there’s no Nazi cop for them or you
Or us, no Nazi cop to deal the deal,
No Nazi cop is coming here to steal,
Them off, the ghosts have nothing here to fear.
No Nazi bad Police will so appear.

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They honestly believe those siren sounds
Are Nazi bad Police upon these grounds,
But nothing of the sort is really here.
They’re safe, you bet, so lend a grateful ear,
They’re safe as always, ever as can be,
Though they like you are never worry-free,
And they do worry when they hear the call
Of sirens in the distance which appall
Those ghosts, but they are safe as you and me.
They’re safe upon this planet, yes, you see,
It’s just a thing they got into each head,
But as you know they are already dead.”
Then Billy Mack to Angel Hope replied,
Unto that Angel-wife and love he cried:
“So here I am in Headbuttressia,
And, it’s a world to me, B’nayvoovah,
A planet new to me, but not to you,
And Jesus Christ designed my place, it’s true,
Identical to where I used to live? Ah!
It’s like my Earthly place that I once saw,
It is so strange that he would do this thing,
To make it same by some remembering,
To make his rooms exactly look like mine,
He must have had some plan and good design,
A plan to have an impact on something
Before Ha-Shem did rescue me and bring
Me here as I was saved from violent death,
A death by them that happened back on Earth,
From bad men back on Earth who murdered me,
And my own reputation trashed, I see
They sold my art, they took away my breath,
By dealing me that awful sort of death.
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The same, and then he left without a trace.”
Then Angel Hope to Billy Mack McBride,
Her loving human husband thus replied:
“Now Billy, write this down for those who ask,
Do get it down like pulling off a mask,
Your own new lease is this, a four-book-er:
Write, “Daisy Miller,” “Sabbath’s Theater,”
“The Miller’s Tale,” and one more in this task.
I know it’s like you’ve drunk wine from a flask,
You feel intoxicated and at ease,
Write “Paradise Lost” that list is now your lease.
By that we’re living here now fair and square.
And Jesus was so ordinary here,
A normal guy, all living in his peace,
He lived well like a sheep within its fleece.
The ghosts know nothing of his former life,
But you do now by trusting your own wife.
As you were saved, Ha-Shem did also that
For him, like you, he felt no pain-impact
When he was saved from all that wicked strife.
In effigy they thought they took his life,
In effigy bad men thought they made you
As well to suffer, you were saved, it’s true.”
So Billy wrote these items down and cried,
And to his sweetest Angels thus replied:
“That is amazing that we both were saved,
I trust you that was how our decks were played,
And in a way the same to feel no pain
As bad men thought that they would somehow gain
Advantage yet beyond some path they paved,
It was our loss by them to be made dead,
But here on Headbuttressia, by God
This place identical to Earth is odd

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As if our Maker played some kind of trick
To help us live again around to stick,
But that’s a mystery I will not ask,
I’ll keep the mystery a sort of mask.
When upon Earth these ghosts were killed, the cost
On Earth! They’re children of the holocaust,
Now living here, who question me, a task!,
By reading me from out of my own cask,
As surely I was buried back on Earth
Where now my life has very little worth,
By reading what I think, my memories,
Without my own approval as they please!”
And when some time did pass, to Billy cried,
The Angel Richard so to him replied:
“You are in Hell, now, Billy Mack McBride,
To Hell itself we took you on a ride,
Yes, Billy Mack McBride, you are in Hell.
They played a trick on you, yes, can’t you tell?
You Billy M., in Hell you are inside.
To Hell itself you all of us did guide,
In Hell itself with it you shall now sit.
You think that this is not, but this is it,
The afterlife of doom and fire and gloom.
In Hell, yes, Hell, for you they made some room
For you to stay, to dwell, to sit, to fit.
There will you stay, you can’t leave by your wit,
You are in Hell, I say it is the case
That you are here, your body, soul and face,
And you’ll be here forever, yes indeed,
Without a way out even if you plead,
This is the very Hell, the very place
Not where above you’re gone without trace,
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And here you’ll be always, you cannot leave.”
Then Billy thus to Angel Richard cried,
And to his Angel-brother this replied:
“You surely must be joking, Richard R.,
You must be joking, joking, hardy har
My Angel Richard Rorty, about Hell.
I’m not in Hell, you’re kidding, I can tell,
My Angel Richard Rorty, and brother.
Why to me, your own brother, be a bother?
You would not do me wrong and put me there,
Inside that fiery place inside its lair.
I know also that I am good and smart.
You must be telling me a fib, my heart
Does say to me you are. Why do you dare?
Why would you make me with that pull my hair?
I’m Jewish, silly Angel, so are you.
You, you silly thing are Jewish too!
And, Richard, neither you nor I believe
That Hell exists which nobody can leave.
There is no Hell for many or for few.
There’s no such scary world, it can’t be true
That you know this, I know it for a fact.
I know you’re joking, Richard. I’m intact.”
Then unto Billy, Angel Richard cried,
And to his human brother thus replied:
“O Billy Mack, I’m kidding, can’t you tell?
I’m kidding, yes, you’re really not in Hell.
Just kidding still again, that’s where you are!
You’re really in that underworld and far
Away from being comforted with ease
Away from doing all the things you please,
Away from being helped, and there you’ll stay,
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And nobody shall rescue you at all.
Like others put there you did have a fall,
And there you’ll sit down every night and day.
To us there will be nothing else to say.
You think that I am kidding, ha ha ha,
I know it is the case, B’nayvoovah,
My Billy Mack McBride, your other name,
From Earth you went, and into Hell you came
To dwell forever, that is such the law.
You’re damned because you have a fatal flaw.
So Billy Mack, you’re very very low,
And I’m not kidding, this is what I know.”
Then Billy so to Richard thus replied,
And to his Angel brother Billy cried:
“I’m not in Hell, Richard, that much I know,
And neither am I damned, that much is so.
If I were Christian, atheist or such,
If I were Buddhist, Muslim, Jew as much,
Whomever that I was, you should now know
Whomever that I was, it will not show
That I or any of these kinds of folk
That anybody underground will poke
To go to Hell as from some kind of fall,
I know that Heaven is a place for All.
Some Heaven is our end, that’s not a joke,
It happens such, and there’s no fire nor smoke
Eternal, just eternal talk and bliss,
Perhaps with other loves there we shall kiss.
I’m telling you, my Angel, you can tell
That neither I nor you are in a Hell,
Nor anybody dead in that place is.
Please cease. Your target’s spot is one you miss.
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I’m not in Hell, I’m not inside it hid.”
Then Angel Richard back to Billy cried,
And to his human brother so replied:
“How do you, Billy, know you’re not in Hell?
What choir of Angels tolled upon a bell?
You must be awfully smart to argue that
When what I know is that is where you’re at,
In Hell you say you’re not, how can you tell?
From Earth, from all its pleasures, here you fell,
How do you, Billy, argue otherwise?
Is not this world around a great disguise?
Have you some sort of special sophistry,
Some magic sort of will to make it be
That what I have been telling you are lies?
Can out of Hell its members ever rise
From it and once again Earth’s pleasures drink?
In Hell, I say, you are, and you do think
That you can tell me by persuading me
That Hell does not exist from what you see
And know, your knowledge is the missing link?
It’s written down in your own bloody ink.
If you are not in Hell, where are you then?
How do you know you’re not there, Billy M.?”
Then Billy Mack to Angel Richard cried,
And to his Angel brother thus replied:
“Dear Angel Richard Rorty, I can tell
With all my being, there are none who fell,
And so I’m not in Hell. It’s possible,
It’s possible to argue. I am liable
To explain now to you I’m not in Hell.
I feel that I am fine, that I am well.
I think you’ll see that I can rebuke you
And in a speedy time, in good way too.

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Your argument is false, it isn’t sound.
It’s obvious that I’m not underground
In Hell, and I believe, no, know it’s true.
It’s not my destiny, that rendezvous.
It’s very silly that you say I’m there,
So cut it out! This jesting, do you dare?
And I am going to prove that you are wrong,
And not just by my own conviction strong,
And not just pull out anything from air
Because for truth and honesty I care.
But you will see that I know where I’m at,
And I will show you by some proof of that.”
Thus Billy Mack began his long defense
From books he read to prove that the offense
Of Hell does not exist and Billy’s fine.
And then to Billy, Richard said the line:
“So how does Billy know he’s not in Hell?
How do you think that you are really well?
I say you’re there, and I’m an Angel, right?
An Angel within you, an inner light
Who has more knowledge ringing as a bell,
You soul is something which you once did sell,
And you’re in Hell, yes, Billy Mack McBride,
In it, a place that’s shut off from outside,
The place for those who go because of sin,
A sin which you committed, now your in
The place eternal, judged, where you’ll abide,
No Angel you from out this place will guide
Since you are damned forever starting now.
But say you otherwise? Then let it show
That you are dumber even than you think.
You think that reading books has been the link
Of which can prove you’re not in Hell right now?

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Then let me find you know for sure just how
To humor me. I’ll let you try and prove
That Hell does not exist at all. Your move.”
Then Billy Mack to Angel Richard cried,
And to his Angel brother thus replied:
“Do you, dear Richard, want to know of Hell?
I think that I can so explain it well
What Hell is, Richard? Maybe I will start
Explaining what that concept is apart
From actually being such a place to tell.
I think that that together shall now gel,
That I do understand what you should know.
Do you, dear Angel, really want me now
To tell you what it is, what Hell exists?
You know I’m Jewish, therefore Jesus Christ
I’ll not yet mention now although somehow
Our lives are set together, it does show
Our lives are inter-linked upon this world,
Such lives are here to be with each unfurled,
This Headbuttressia, a planet new
To me, but that it’s Hell, that is not true.
Nor anywhere is Hell forever hurled.
I am not therefore in its underworld.
I know you’re quite demanding of my point.
Do you, of Hell, want knowledge of that joint?”
Then Angel Richard so to Billy cried,
And to his human brother thus replied:
“Well, yes, I do, you’re in it Billy Mack!
I’ve traced your fall in its descending track.
In Hell you’re in, it can’t be otherwise,
To say you’re not in Hell would promote lies,
So therefore you can try some weak attack
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To prove your being there, remember this:
Remember who is who, this fact you miss,
Who is the Angel and who is the man?
Do Angels ever make it seem they can
Be wrong? You are in Hell and I’m in bliss,
And nothing can undo the fact of this.
Forever we are separated, why?
Because its only me, the one, who’s high,
Because that Hell is permanent, you see,
And, all of where I am is heavenly
Where I can fly around within the sky.
But humor me, and see if you can try
To argue yourself out of Hell, it’s vain.
So tell me just what Hell is. Make it plain.”
Then Angel Honey thus to Billy cried,
Her human husband, to him so replied:
“Say what is Hell, B’nayvoovah McBride.
Tell Richard, who is not right now your guide,
Tell Angel Richard what he’s asking for,
And let him find you know there’s something more,
And use your memories found deep inside.
Please do this now, in hopefulness confide,
Tell Angel Richard, let him understand
You should not let him have the upper hand,
That you know what is what and what is not.
He seems to be persistent that you’re caught
Within the walls of Hell, down on its land,
Where there you neither sit nor lay nor stand.
Say what is Hell to Richard, Billy M..
Please tell him that you know what is the time,
Say what you know about the things you read,
And why you can rebuke what Richard said.
So do it, answer Angel Richard then.

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And of his question, think about it, plan
To know his question, give your answer back,
B’nayvoovah McBride, my Billy Mack.”
Then Billy to those other Angels cried,
To Honey, Richard and them all replied:
“I am a scholar, I will tell him what
There is no Hell outside, yes, it is not,
He’s asking for since I have read a lot.
Within my mind I’ll see what I have got
Which proves I’m fine, and learned and all that.
So Richard thinks of jesting that he ought,
So Angel Richard asks me what Hell is,
And Richard knows I know in his own bliss,
And so he says I’m in it, but of course
I don’t believe in Hell and its real force,
But only in an epic way it’s this:
I’ll look around the room to where it is,
I’ll pull off this book from my bookshelf now,
This book should be the proof to show,
It’s Dante’s Hell, his epic, Inferno.
You asked me what is Hell and this I know,
This story, the Inferno is somehow.
I hope that you are satisfied right now.
That’s what I say dear Angel Richard well,
That Dante’s poem as fiction is that Hell.”
Then Angel Richard then to Billy cried,
His human brother, Billy Mack McBride:
“But Hell is real, and you’re in Hell, I say,
I think that you’re in Hell upon this day.
You think that holding up some ancient book
Convinces me of truth, to stop and look?
There is no getting out of it, no way.
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And Hell, as you shall see, is dimly lit.
As Hell is real, you’re in it still to sit,
To sit and talk as much you may, you’re still
Within the bounds of Hell, within its fill.
You’re at the end of Time, and this is it.
With the damnation curse you have been bit.
In Hell, I say, that’s where you’ll always live.
You can’t at all get out of it alive.
No book can save you now, you have been judged.
So holding up that book, you really fudged
Your answer, just as bad as you could give.
And still, my proof that you are there does thrive.
But still, it’s funny, that you tried that out,
You’re in eternal Hell without a doubt.”
Then Billy Mack to Angel Richard cried,
And to his Angel brother thus replied:
“Let’s try again, dear Angel Richard R..
Dear Richard, I know you’re my brother dear,
I know, of course, by holding up a book,
It will not work, but listen to me, look.
It’s not the book which I hold, dear brother,
Which proves to you this way there is no other,
Which proves I’m not in Hell, but I imply
That taken at face value it’s a lie,
That taken literally is not the way
To read an author such as great Dante,
His symbolism matters just like my
Own new awareness whereof Hell does lie,
In symbolism, literal it is not,
You cannot make it literal, nor one ought.
And also your own concept has a root,
An origin from literature, its loot
You plundered well to learn a lot,

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From books of course that word is often taught,
From there you found the word “Hell” to begin
To pester me, but let us try again.”
And so they both did argue back and forth,
And Billy grabbed a book, for what it’s worth,
From off the shelf he found it Milton’s book,
And in it very well began to look.
Then Angel Richard then to Billy cried,
And to his human brother thus replied:
“You’re damned, B’nayvoovah, as I told you;
I think you’ve got some suffering to do.
That argument that you are making now
That real and fiction matter not somehow,
There is a difference from false and true,
There is a difference from me and you.
And truly you’re in Hell, that much I know,
You will not like it, it will plainly show.
But you still think that by some argument
That you can free you from this element
In which you dwell as only time will grow,
And you shall be the one to suffer, Oh.
You’re damned, Billy, as damned as ever was.
It is as if you’ve come on a Hell-bus.
There is no story, this is what is real.
You cannot get away, you cannot steal
Away from here because it’s ever thus
A place as far from me as you from us,
A place forever real in which you’ll dwell
As now for always. Billy, you’re in Hell.”
Then Billy Mack to Angel Richard cried,
And to his Angel brother thus replied:
“O no, I’m not, dear Richard, damned at all
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Because there is no literal Hell to speak,
I know, and I’m a reader, I can seek
Hell almost anywhere in books, and shall,
But outside books that place you can’t install,
Yes, outside books, I don’t believe it’s there,
Yes, who would ever make that place, I swear!
No Hell to speak of outside literature,
No Hell, dear Angel Richard Rorty brother,
Is out beyond a book, it is nowhere.
No place forever you or I could dare.
But inside books, there’s Hell in many forms,
Such figurations there go by the norms,
Well, inside many books, I mean, there is,
And I will show you there, where such Hell is,
Though Dante’s was a book, a line conforms,
And lines sometimes do hook us as with worms,
A line serves better yet to illustrate
That Hell there is, a word in books to date.”
Next, Angel Richard then to Billy cried,
And to his human brother so replied:
“Yes, Billy, you’re in Hell, not in a book.
From Earth and its surroundings you were took.
You’re not in any book by that Dante,
You’re not in any literature that way,
But if you look around, yes, around look,
It is the place in which your soul will cook,
You know that Headbuttressia looks like Earth,
And Earth is not from having such a worth,
The planet Earth, exactly as the same,
Where ghosts of children of that Great War came
Because the Holocaust, their second birth,
They’re here replaced from their own Earthly dearth,
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With waters of salvation they are laved,
But you are damned, not in some book to read,
Though back on Earth, you’ll wish you were, and plead,
But God, our Lord this way for you has paved.
It must be so, while we both rant-and-raved,
Look everywhere around, no book can tell
You otherwise, yes, Billy, you’re in Hell!!!”
Then Billy Mack to Angel Richard cried,
And to his Angel brother so replied:
“Ah, here it is, “Heaven” in Milton’s book,
The book into which I now am to look,
A kind of password found at the right time,
A place to which all people finally climb,
But it’s the password, “Heaven,” yes, it took
Some patience, being patient like a cook,
A while for me to find it next to “Hell.”
Into my eyes the word did seem it fell.
Both words are juxtaposed there on a line,
To change the subject, make the moment fine,
The only thing to do is “Heaven” tell
Since “Heaven” is the word, a password, well,
As “Hell”’s by “Heaven,” that is all I need
To show to you that I can deeply read,
To prove to you, the subject should be changed,
With “Heaven,” it’s the way now rearranged
This topic. “Heaven” is the password, yes, indeed.
I found it there inside that book, a seed.
I found it finally in Paradise Lost,
That book to change the subject at all cost!”
Then Angel Richard thus to Billy cried,
To his own human brother so replied:
“That’s all I wanted you to say to me.
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I love you, Billy Mack, you are not damned
Nor were nor will be, always understand,
You are a good guy, “Heaven” is the key,
You’ve passed my test, a quiz, you are now free,
The password, yes, I know it had been tossed.
You’re not in Hell at any kind of cost.
We were just playing with you, Billy Mack,
We were, B’nayvoovah in that attack,
But you found “Heaven” inside Paradise Lost.
You found it there while I unkindly bossed.
A word, a special English word indeed,
A word which is important there to read.
You found it juxtaposed right next to “Hell.”
And I love you, we all do, you can tell,
From badder subject matter you are freed.
That word of “Heaven” there is all you need.
We were just playing, sweetest Billy M..
We all love you, we each and Him, Ha-Shem.”
Then Angel Hope to Billy Mack replied,
Her human husband Billy, to him cried:
“Right now, go play a happy song for us,
I know your brother likes to make a fuss.
Upon your synthesizer, make it well.
It’s time, almost the morning, can’t you tell?
So it’s a better time, don’t make a fuss.
Please play, and play your sweetest heart out, thus.
We think it’s time to play, the world to show,
We know you’re ready, and remember now
To hit record when playing it to tend
That digital recorder, our good friend
For all our music. Make the crowd say “Wow!”
And make the world your special music know!
Now go to your good keyboard there and sit,

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We know you’ve got it, play your best music
That’s deep within your heart, within your soul.
To wow us with your music is the goal,
So we’ll be quiet as you compose it.
We’re celebrating you, your reading fit.
So play your best, you’ve had a long strange night,
A Headbuttressian Song, you’ll play it right!”
So Billy played and nothing happened wrong,
It was a masterpiece, and his best song.
The dawn arose, the air was glorious,
And all smelled sweet and it was beauteous.
Though Billy had some pain, his Angel cried,
His Angel Jill to Billy Mack replied:
“Don’t worry, Billy M., about that pain,
Don’t worry about that new sort of gain,
The pain within your abdomen, that sting,
It is not cancer, but it’s Life’s Meaning.
It is not cancer there which you attain.
The song was great, for it we can’t complain,
That was an awesome song just now you played.
It felt so good to here it so arrayed.
It’s hard to put to words what happened there
Within that song, it’s special, it is rare,
Though you do play the keyboard with our aid,
Though all our music’s special, you just played
Your best track yet, and did it with finesse.
You did your best, you do not have to guess,
I know you’ve never had it quite like that,
But know that center pain is not that what
You think it is, not cancer, more or less.
It hurts but you will tend to it now, yes.
That pain, yes, there, now listen to your wife,
Is not a cancer but the Truth of Life.”

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Then Billy Mack to all his Angels cried,
To his own Angel-guides he so replied:
“What will I do for money, Angels dear?
What do I do in general? This I fear.
In Headbuttressia does money count?
What is my budget? What is my amount?
Or is this world a place where money’s clear?
I know on Earth that money would appear
Thus dollars to my wallet I did add.
I realize before on Earth I had
A set up where the government helped me
To live within my place, and live simply
With food and clothing, for those things I’m glad.
And yes with pain I feel a little sad,
But I trust you as always and right now.
Of course, I ever wonder about how
I’ll make adaption to this planet’s place
Which looks like Earth, identical in face,
But better as you say to me somehow,
A better place, my trust is it will show.
And ghosts are all around out there and here.
What will I do for money, Angels dear?”
Then Ange Hope to Billy Mack McBride,
To him her human husband thus replied:
“Dear Billy, everything is taken care,
Your money which you need is not so rare,
Your money here will be found in the bank,
Our God, Ha-Shem, is whom you have to thank
For giving you that money blessing there.
Thank God for keeping safe our Billy dear.
You’ll wonder at this place, where you’ve been caught,
This place may look like Earth but it is not,
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This Headbuttressia, this new delight,
For you this place is home where you are caught.
You’ll wonder like you should and as you ought.
Just look around, it’s beautiful, you see
The world is fresh and good and large and free.
Outside it looks the same as Earth but yet
There’s something of a glimmer that you get
With it and not with Earth, it’s heavenly.
The world around you fits you wonderfully,
As all is taken care of for you, thank
Ha-Shem, our God, your money’s in the bank.”
So Billy looked outside amazed a while,
It all was fresh, then on a laundry pile
Upon his bed the human, Billy slept;
It seemed that all was in an order kept.

3.

Now Billy wakes from lying on the pile

Of clothes upon the kitchen bed; meanwhile
The time is afternoon, and Billy cried,
And to his unseen Angels thus replied:
“Oh, uggh, I don’t feel good at all right now.
My body has been feeling ill, but how?
The weather outside seems a little bad,
It’s muggy, stuffy; all that rain we had
Has served to make me feel my worst right now.
I wish that something like a breeze would blow.
I don’t feel good, just mediocre here.
The purpose of this weather is unclear.
That tempest or whatever sort of rain
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For my discomfort now which is so near.
The weather prolongs more the bad, I fear.
It’s afternoon and still I am in bed
Upon the pillow rests again my head,
Upon this pile of clothes, I shall get up,
But yet the muggy weather is abrupt,
I feel like staying yet in bed instead.
If it were worse I would be thought as dead.
I guess so much excitement took its toll,
And still next out of bed I have to roll.”
Then Angel Hope to Billy Mack McBride,
The Angel to him comforting replied:
“Dear Billy Mack, I say it’ll be okay.
It is unpleasant weather, muggy, grey.
I understand you and I know you feel
A little bit uncomfortable, unreal
With how the weather affects you today.
You’ll be okay, yes true, you’ll feel okay,
You’ll be alright, don’t worry about that.
This is not that unusual, your state,
It’s common that we all have days of gloom,
On Earth and this like planet, it’s not doom
Which you do feel, be patient. You know what?
You doing fine, I say, with this and that.
I love you, we all do, and you did great
To take some good advice again of late
With playing all that music here last night,
And also with your brother in that fight
For what the password was, you found the mate,
The best connection yet then to relate,
The juxtaposition “Heaven” for that “Hell”
Which Richard bothered you for you to tell.”
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His unseen Angels dwelling there inside:
“I am in Headbuttressia, that I know,
I’d rather catch up quicker than be slow.
This planet just like Earth with all its things,
It looks the same, though here a ghost group hangs
Around me, but afraid the cops will show,
Those Nazi bad Police to bring them woe.
I wonder what could help those ghosts relieve.
The Nazi cops are what they all believe
Are what those sirens are we hear outside,
But you said they are safe, and me inside,
There are no Nazi cops, no need to leave.
And it is just a false belief they have
Sometimes when they are walking through their day.
They must have still some feelings for the way
That they were killed on Earth in those Death Camps,
And now they’re happy ghosts, the ghosts are champs,
Now living safe on Headbuttressia.
I’m glad they’re here and safe by heaven’s law.
But what now do we do today at all?
It is so muggy, I will likely stall.”
Then Angel Hope to Billy Mack McBride,
Her human husband happily replied:
“It’s time right now, the Tanakh we will read.
To plant with the mind a reader’s seed,
Our usual study text we get much from,
You know, the Hebrew Bible, we’ll read some,
So that’s what we will do, now take my lead.
Allow yourself to better things to heed.
We’re called now to the book from the far past.
Go get it off the place you left it last,
The Tanakh, yes, the Hebrew Bible, right!
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Sometimes when we are reading slow or fast.
Go get the book again for us at last,
Go get the book, you’ve nothing else to do.
I think it needs attention now by you,
We say that’s better, get it like always
That book we read in peace on nights and days
When we are studying with a pleasure too.
So read, and read your best with much ado.
You know, the Tanakh book you cannot miss,
The Hebrew Bible, start with Genesis.”
So Billy sat and read, and thus replied,
And to his Angel Hope he read and cried:
“Alright, I’m reading it at a quick pace,
As if from here to there somewhere I race,
The Tanakh for the thousand-thousandth time.
There are some parts which seem an uphill climb
But those I mostly gloss beyond their place,
And as I read some words I skim or trace,
I read this way to learn and not to clown.
Yet, here I’m reading quick now slowing down,
What do I see? This looks a little strange.
It seems as if it went our of my range
Upon the last time reading for my own.
Now this place, that place, cities and a town,
I almost lost the place where I am at!
The Nazirites, the Nazirites? What’s that,
Or who are they? This is a little odd.
I know about the Patriarchs and God,
I understand whose children were begat,
But of the Nazirites, I know not what
Or else forgot, but here I read again
And always find a new man or woman.”
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And to him so the Angel gently cried:
“Oh yes, I know, that section draws a blank
Within your mind though it is not so lank
Of a good memory because your mind
Did skip beyond the Nazirites. You’ll find
That section is one of a higher rank,
It’s high up as a plane above a tank.
I know you love to read for your own self,
And doing that, you read like your an elf.
I understand that you don’t know it all.
So much for you is waiting, hear the call
From books you’ll love upon a full bookshelf,
A shelf with many books from tav to alph,
Of books wherein your mind at peace can feed,
About that part, you’re blank because you read
Sometimes so fast and hardly slow you down,
But in the end, you’ll get to higher ground
By finding use while reading with a need
To know to have the skills plant the seed
To learn. You’re doing great by those delights
Of reading, read about the Nazirites.”
And so the many ghosts who were outside,
Unto themselves with joy again replied:
“The Nazirites, the Nazirites, O boy!
Hip hip hooray, hip hip ahoy!
He’s talking now about the Nazirites!
The new gay guy is reading for delights,
And yes! About the Nazirites, O joy!
It’s just as if B’nayvoovah found a toy!
And Billy is a reader, not a clown!
Let’s spread around the news around the town
That Billy Mack B’nayvoovah McBride
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He’s reading well, he’s learning on his own!
Hey everybody in this place come down!!!
The guy who has a book up to his face,
The new gay guy, the one in the old place
Of Jesus Christ’s is reading from a book.
Tell everyone to hurry, come and look,
B’nayvoovah is making out his case,
B’nayvoovah with supernatural grace
Is talking of the Nazirites, it’s true!
Call all, call all just like I’m calling you!!!”
Then Angel Hope to Billy Mack McBride,
Her lovely human husband thus replied:
“What’s happening whenever ghosts do speak,
Whenever you do hear them at their peak,
It’s called “nefeshing” and throughout the wind
Their voices become hurled, it’s not your mind
Creating what you’re hearing. It’s a leak
Throughout the air as words your ears do seek
Out from the wind upon its wings the sound
Does travel here and there and up and down,
Of which whenever ghosts get some idea
To talk to each in Headbuttressia,
This Earth-like planet here which we have found,
Where we have settled nicely on its ground.
And you will hear them talking, Billy M..
Perhaps you’ll even talk that way to them.
Whatever they are thinking, it is free.
It’s thrown throughout the wind as you will see.
“Nefeshing” is its name I say again,
A way, a song, a talk, sometimes a hymn.
These ghosts are open all the time with thought,
Good thing they’re friendly. Reticent, they’re not.”
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And to his Angel-wife complaining cried:
“Uggh. Boy it’s an uncomfortable day.
From it I wish that I could get away.
Oh yes, I think whatever that I do
Becomes affected by that rain I rue,
Which makes all muggy, duller with its grey.
It is a day without the ease of play.
I probably should get up soon and shave.
I wonder if this feeling which I have
Will ever pass back to a normal bliss,
The heart of which my happiness it is
When all is best as light upon a wave,
When everything feels better, I shall rave
When all is nice, no fear of gloom or harm,
When everything around is not as warm
With moist and ickiness, and I want back
A balanced climate here, the one I lack.
I really wish this air would change to norm,
I wish some sort of calm and peace could form.
So yes, I’m sorry that I feel this way.
I blame the now uncomfortable day.”
Then Angel Hope to Billy Mack replied,
Unto her lovely human husband cried:
“Yes, I know, Billy, you’re feeling bad,
Sometimes the weather seems to make you sad.
It’s stuffy now so go and take a bath.
You’ll probably feel better, water hath
A way this time to make you not as mad,
And you shall become fresh and we’ll be glad.
Forget the stuffiness, don’t go berserk,
Forget the weather now as it does irk
You in a manner such that you feel that.
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You’ll feel better, that you can do some work
When opportunities shall come and fork,
Again when cleaner, fresher. Scrub yourself
The water there will rise up to the shelf,
And lather up in wetness and with soap,
And get the water running like a rope
That rushing falls and spreads and fills itself.
The bath, B’nayvoovah, now clean yourself.
The tub! B’nayvoovah, step to it now,
And get your mind off climate-change somehow.”
Then Billy Mack to Angel Hope he cried,
Unto the Angel, Billy Mack replied:
“Alright, okay dear Hope, my Angel dear,
I’ll do the things you say into my ear,
I’ll do exactly that, all that you ask,
So I’ll get clean and come back to my task
Of daily labors fresh, and readings here.
Of readings and my labors, to be clear
For better readings, I can’t wait, I’ll yell!
The bath you say sounds good to me as well.
So now I’m turning on the water dial
To just a little warm, and in a while
I shall be dipping in the water well.
It’ll be ready for me, and my bath-gel
I’ll use to wash myself from toe to head.
I’ll even wash my hair, something I dread.
Just so wash my hair with the shampoo
As I already mostly think I do
Feel better than before, than then instead.
And later I will find a book to read.
Okay, it’s ready, now I’m stepping in;
The bathtub’s water’s up to my own shin.”
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“I see you Billy Mack, can you hear me?
I see you Billy there, I see clearly.
This is, yes, Mammon speaking now to you.
I know you know my voice, it is not new,
And now I’m here for something, you will see.
You’re in the water washing quietly,
You’re bathing in the tub, I see you now,
And you begin to hear my voice, I know,
And you can hear me, I’m invisible,
I know you think that it’s impossible
That I am here with you, that here somehow
I’ve come to show you now while you are low,
I’ve come to you to talk a bit,
About something while in your tub you sit,
About just what, you are about to find,
I’m talking to you in your puny mind,
And what I’ll say, you soon will hear of it.
So Billy Mack, your interest has been lit,
So Billy Mack McBride get ready yet
For me, I’ve got something to tell, you bet.”
Then Billy Mack to Mammon so replied,
And to the awful voice the human cried:
“Okay, it’s you again. What do you want?
I hope you will not offer me a taunt.
I thought you were not coming back again.
What do you want to bother me with then,
And why do you think I should be your haunt?
Do you think that is something which I want?
Do I have anything to say to you?
Why do you bring to me a word or two?
Is there something between us going on
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Within your stupid game which is not new?
I’d like to be alone in spite of you.
I need my space as lines upon a graph.
Alone I’d like to be to take my bath,
To get me fresh and clean so I can work.
I think you think of me as a dumb jerk,
But rather it should be the name you hath.
Let one subtract from two, do ye the math.
I do not need you, Mammon, to bug me.
What do you want? Why make yourself ugly?”
Then Mammon next to Billy Mack McBride,
To Billy in the bathtub so replied:
“I know that you are quite uncomfortable,
You’re feeling bad; of ease, incapable.
I’m gonna tell you why and what to do.
I’m, yes, invisible, but it is true
That you are damned in Hell, my dear, dear Bill.
You cannot get out with your total will.
It’s true these things, you silly little man,
Right now, I think you know what is the plan,
You can’t be dumb to think I am a jerk,
Yet, rather there’s a better kind of work
For you to do right now, you stupid man.
You need to be awakened if you can.
Right now, you need to do a greater thing,
Right now, accept me as your Lord and King,
Your Lord and Saviour’s Mammon, accept me.
You are in Hell, and I have got the key
Which holding in my fist, I won’t yet fling,
Which could release you out or I can bring
You further down in Hell right now or more,
Accept me as your Lord and Saviour!”
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To Mammon’s awful voice he heard inside:
“I have a Lord and Saviour already,
I think you know that’s true, if not, please see.
So thank you anyway for your concern.
You know that, Mammon, you should really learn
That I’m not going to change that mind of me,
That I’m not going to do that thing and be
Enslaved to you, that’s what it would be like
If I did that, know that I much dislike,
If I were different and accepted you
As Lord and King. Whatever that you do,
I will not fall for fraud, so take a hike!
I shall not change the mind of mine I like,
I understand that your invisible,
And being so that way, you bother still,
That’s nice, but still I’m fine just where I am.
So try as best you can to talk, to damn,
But I know better, it’s impossible.
So take a hike, I know that you are able,
And thank you anyway, but shoo,
I’ve got a Lord and Saviour, not you!”
Now Mammon next to Billy Mack McBride,
To him addressed his answer with new pride:
“Now throw away your little Menorah,
You silly Billy Mack B’nayoovah.
Yes, throw it out right now, that’s what I want.
Until you do so out of Hell you can’t
Be saved, dear Billy Mack B’nayvoovah.
Be saved my dear own brother, it’s the law.
Be saved and toss it in the garbage can!
Throw out the small Menorah, silly man.
Now throw it out this instant, yes, or else
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Don’t mess with Mammon, no, you stupid man.
I have to say I do not like your plan.
I think you better wisen and obey,
Get up and throw that Jewish stuff away
Right in the waste bin there, it won’t take long,
It’ll be a great mistake to do me wrong
As I have power and a greater sway,
From now onward you will regret this day.
So throw Menorah now into the trash.
That’s what I want before you end your wash!”
Then Billy Mack to Mammon so replied,
To Mammon’s voice of danger and of pride:
“I won’t. Les Miserables, that novel book,
It is my bait, my tackle and my hook.
It is my Lord and Saviour, yes indeed.
You know that book, that book some people read
By Victor Hugo, about which I’ll look
To find that one, a greater reading took,
I find my Lord and Saviour right there.
Yes, gaze upon the pages if you dare.
It is a book my Lord and Saviour,
And you aren’t Him, no better yet there’s more,
I’m on to you as clouds upon the air.
As wind upon the water, I am there.
This book is one to life my heart does add.
Les Mis is it, and you are being bad
To say with me it’s not, come on, you know
That book is greater reading, it will show
So much to make us sad and mad and glad.
So now you know, like sesame, Sinbad,
So Victor Hugo’s novel is the key
Which is the way into Eternity!”
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To his own human brother so replied:
“Dear Billy, I do know Ha-Shem’s your God,
It was a play I played, a silly mode,
And that you have remembered what he said
For you to say when in those times you dread
When others order you around, it’s odd,
We all know God is Lord is Lord is God,
Which he will be forever and a day.
We all know that it’s funny when I play,
Pretending in the voice of Mammon now,
To say in Hell, that you wound up somehow
Within that place, eternal night and day
Of Hell, a place where you would have to stay
With woe, and being forced to change your mind
About your God, whom all of us know kind,
About your Lord and Saviour, who’s Ha-Shem.
Les Miserables, silly Billy M.,
We all know it is not your God. You’ll find
That we are with you, here and in your mind,
That we all love you, each and every one.
I was just playing Mammon, just for fun.”
Next Billy dried himself and going back,
Into the bedroom, then to Billy Mack
His Angel Hope to Billy Mack, she sung
To answer now the telephone that rung.
“Dear Billy Mack McBride answer the phone,
Your bath has made you fresh and you are done.
It is your Dad who’s calling you today.
So pick it up and see what he will say.
Don’t let it carry on with its ring-tone.
Yes, pick it up, it’s over there, the one,
The phone, Billy, it’s Dad, pick up right now!
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He’s calling you, don’t hesitate in wait,
Please answer it before it is too late
To talk with him to understand somehow
What’s going on with him, the one you know,
He knows what’s up. I know it’s very odd
That Angel Richard played a silly trick
On you, but things are better in a nick,
We all know that Ha-Shem’s your loving God.
And now we’re in a different sort of mode.
So hurry up, the phone, the phone it rings,
It’s Dad, and see what kind of news he brings!”
Then Billy Mack to Angel Hope replied,
To both the Angel and his Dad he cried:
“Alright, dear Hope, I’ll answer it right now.
I’ll pick it up and then I’ll say hello.
You say it is my Dad, that’s odd somewhat.
I did not think to be expecting that
Because not everything is there to know,
But how if I am here did Dad somehow
Be able to phone me in this new place
Of Headbuttressia? What is the case
Of Headbuttressia? I do not know.
But none the less, I still will quickly go
To pick it up and answer in a race.
How ever did he find me in this place?
Hello, this is here Billy Mack McBride
I’m on the phone, I’m talking to its side,
I’m talking on the phone. Can you hear me?
Hello, I’m on the phone now presently,
Can you hear me? Perhaps you are outside?
I’m on the phone now talking here inside
The place I live. Hello, yes, how are you?
It’s Billy Mack right now. And this is who?”

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Then Billy’s Dad to Billy Mack replied,
And so to Billy Mack his father cried:
“Hello, Billy this is your Dad. Hello?
It’s getting fuzzier, I do not know.
Can you hear me? I think that something’s wrong.
Perhaps you have a bad hook up along,
Our phone connection speed connecting’s slow.
I would now like to talk to you, oh no?
I’m here with Grandma, Grandma, yes, and I
Are on the phone which does not yet comply.
We’re on the telephone, can you hear me?
The phone connection’s bad, you’re not clearly
As coming in for us, I don’t know why.
And all we hear is static, hello? Hi?
It is your Father talking to you now.
I’m on the telephone. Are you? Oh no!
I’m calling you, the static is quite bad.
It’s Grandma who is calling with your Dad,
I think I cannot reach to you somehow.
I think right now I’m going to have to go!
We cannot hear you talking on the phone.
Oh my! Grandma, our Billy Mack is gone!”
As Billy’s Dad hung up, his Hope replied,
And to her husband, Billy Mack she cried:
“Your Dad and Grandma called you now from Earth,
They newly made an effort to come forth,
He knows that you have died there, and it’s bad,
And he did sound upset with you, your Dad,
Because your Dad, I say for what it’s worth,
Somehow he knows you’ve had a new rebirth,
Believes, because men framed you when you died
On Earth, those lies in which those men had pride
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Which wicked men who set you up, they did,
They to the public all about you lied.
You are alone from them, Billy McBride.
Now Dad by seance there with his own Mom,
Your Grandma there to whom he did now come,
Your mystical own Grandma just called you.
If only that the real story they knew,
That you are good and have a different home
With others here, a home which is for some
On Headbuttressia where you live,
But you your Dad and Grandma can’t forgive.”
Then Billy Mack unto his Angels cried,
And to their ears within his breast replied:
“What do I do? Those men on Earth ruined me.
It makes me so confusedly angry.
Back there my reputation’s down the drain.
Although I now live here, do I complain
Or have this sort of anger silently?
May Dad believes some things he can not see.
My Dad back there thinks I was a bad man,
A bad man who did fail in my own plan,
And Grandma too because that I was framed,
My private art men sold and me they blamed
For hurting someone else, they had a plan
Against my Earthly life, that wicked clan,
And killed me, now my reputation’s gone.
And I am here who knows, the only one.
It seems I can’t do anything again
To get it back, to make it better then,
At least I live, though I do feel alone,
Shut off from them, for something untrue done,
Shut off from all my family back there.
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Next Angel Hope to Billy Mack replied,
And to her lovely human husband cried:
“Dear Billy Mack, he thinks you are in Hell.
It is unfair, and this won’t make you well,
Your Dad thinks you’re in Hell because those men
Who set you up did lie to all back then.
He thinks you sold a soul you did not sell,
Your Dad believes their lies and he can’t tell
That you were framed, most all of them don’t know
Because their minds aren’t quick for this, they’re slow.
Your whole family and everybody else.
They all believe you’re in the Hell of Hells,
The friends you had and loved, their love can’t show,
The friends you had and loved, they all also
Believe the lies. Those men did cover up
Your life, the only one you had to cope;
Your life, they made it positively seem
That you were absolutely bad. Their team
Did it to make the public think that stuff.
And now it is for you a little rough.
And now Dad thinks you’re inside Hell to burn,
And all your friends and everyone in turn.”
And Billy wept, then Arielle replied,
And Angel Arielle to Billy cried:
“I swear and swear and curse and curse and curse,
I swear and swear and curse another verse,
I curse and curse and swear and swear and swear!
They upset dear Billy, that they did dare!
I swear and curse those men to make it worse!
I swear and swear and curse and curse and curse!
As they did dare, I curse and curse and swear,
How did they dare? How did those wicked dare?
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And then repeat again the second verse,
My swear upon those heads of men back there!
My swear because those wicked men did dare!
I curse and curse those awful villain men,
I may not sound like an Angelic woman,
They framed a Billy Mack B’nayvoovah!
They may all be protected by the law,
But I shall curse and swear at them again!
For profit and for business and for gain!
For framing people good as Billy Mack,
They all deserve the brunt of my attack!”
Then Billy Mack to Arielle replied,
And to that Angel Arielle he cried:
“Dear Angel Arielle, what’s this I hear?
That you are also vocal, I do fear,
That you can cuss, it is quite new to me.
I knew that you were hiding quietly
Your anger and frustration, O my dear,
Your vocal anger, it is very clear,
I did not know that you could strongly cuss,
I did not know your anger, that it was,
Or, well, I know that you do lots of things
But every cuss word to those men each brings
Upon their heads some worser curse from us.
I’m shocked as well to hear that you do cuss.
I did not now expect all this from you,
And I imagined now your face turned blue,
And that you had it in you to swear such.
The force of your reproaches is so much
That I would never wish to cross you too!
This is your way to me as I to you,
I know you love me, dear, I know all that
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Then Angel Hope to Billy Mack McBride,
She called to him, and lovingly replied:
“It is okay to hear her, Billy Mack,
It’s just a tack for tick a tick for tack.
And you are not the only one alone,
That bout of Arielle’s Tourette’s syndrome
Confirms that she does care in that attack.
We all love you so much now Billy Mack.
We all love you, and Arielle’s long bout,
A bout of anger wrapt not in her doubt,
Was her Tourette’s syndrome which came on now
Is only temporary and somehow
It happens that your Angel-wife will shout,
She wishes that the honest truth were out.
We all of us wish people weren’t so bad.
They all made us a little more than mad
To do those things to you and lie to all.
They did. Your reputation had a fall.
We understand such trouble makes you sad.
Yourself must go to Arielle and add,
As Arielle is cursing them, she is,
She needs some gentle love, give her a kiss.”
And Billy kissed his Angel dear who cried,
And so the unseen Arielle replied:
“I thank you Billy Mack, that’s very nice
Of you to love me, tenderly and kiss,
Your kiss to love me, always I love you.
It’s time for you again to get up too
To walk outside, it would be very wise
To go about and stroll beneath the skies.
The store is a good place about to show,
That store is where we want to go right now,
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Let’s go, we’ll help you there. I’d like to talk
About this planet which you’re on somehow
Where everything is similar, you know,
Where everything looks just like Earth, the same,
The harder place beyond from which you came,
But it is not since ghosts are all around.
They look like people walking on the ground,
But here to Headbuttressia they came,
And Headbuttressia’s indeed it’s name.
It’s time we go, sometime I’ll tell you more
About this place. Let’s walk now to the store.”
Then Billy Mack to all his Angels cried,
To each and every one he thus replied:
“Okay, I’ll take a walk outside and check,
Now going on out here upon my trek,
The mailbox for the book we wrote, our best,
Hawaiian Sonnets was to me addressed,
It is not in the mailbox. What the heck?!
I hoped that it would be here now, uncheck!
I thought that it was coming, I forgot
I’m not on Earth, on Earth my body’s not,
I’m not back there. I guess it will not come
Since it was being sent to my Earth-home,
Where there it was to be found as it ought,
But I was killed back there, so it will not
Be found inside the box, oh well, I’m here,
I’m here alive and breathing this fine air,
Alive for which I’m thankful to be saved
To dwell with ghosts around my fate is paved
Upon this planet, all of that is clear.
Alright, I think to someplace else I’ll steer.
Okay, I’ll take myself into the store
To find out something else I’m looking for.”

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Now Billy checks the mail for a new book,
The one which he did write, so he did look
Within the mailbox but it wasn’t there,
And all he found was such a box of air.
And Headbuttressia, for what it worth,
He realized was not the same as Earth.
Then sadly, but with energy he walked,
The way he moved was like a robot sparked,
He bought some cat food in the market store,
And coming back the cars around him soar.
The First Car thus to Billy Mack McBride,
To Billy walking, rushing past replied:
“An atobot! He is an atobot!
An atobot, yes, find him one, you ought!
Hey atobot! An atobot for sure!
An atobot as if there ever were!
A ghost or other creature he is not!
An atobot he is, like a robot!
The ghosts and others do not walk like that,
We all of us know where to walk whereat,
I’ve seen them walk, it is a common thing.
Of that guy walking there I will now sing
When zooming by him passing him somewhat.
Hey you there walking, you I’m coming at!
Hey atobot, yes you, I’m passing by,
Yes, you there, over there there, by and by,
Hey atobot, I see you walking there,
I’m rushing by you going to somewhere.
I see you walking atobot gay guy,
I know you hear me as I’m passing by!
Go atobot, yes you, to whom I speak,
Go onward down that road for what you seek!”
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Did pass him by, and passing so replied:
“I love you Billy Mack B’nayvoovah!
I love you always evermore, and ah!
I know that you can hear me rushing by!
This is your Pneuma Angel sister high,
This is your Pneuma as a race car, Ha!
A speedy racing car, your good Pneuma!
I’m rushing by you, here I go, zoom, zoom!
There is upon this roadway all the room.
I know that you are listening to me!
I’m Pneuma as a speedy car, hehe!
I’m speeding by you on your walk to home!
To there I know your going off to come,
I love you Billy, Billy Mack I do;
Your Pneuma loves you all the way, it’s true!
As sisters should, I love you all the way,
I love you much with every night and day.
You’re doing great, your Pneuma sis loves you!
So keep it up, I’m going, quickly too!
I’m speeding off beyond you you can tell,
I love you Billy! I am off, farewell!”
The Third Car thus to Billy Mack McBride,
While speeding by that walking man replied:
“You’re not in Hell! You’re not in Hell, I say!
You’ve managed to keep such a thing at bay!
You’re not in Hell, in nothing of the sort.
Don’t worry, you’ve not been judged by a court
And put in Hell to dwell there and to stay!
You’re nowhere near that place, you know the way.
You’re not in Hell, dear Billy Mack McBride!
You’re not in it nor are you found outside.
No place like that forever will you dwell.
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You would not even go there if you tried.
There is no place like that, Billy McBride,
There is no place as Hell for folk to go,
It would be really bad if it was so.
Some people do get far behind the lead,
But Heaven is a place for all, indeed,
There’s every reason to be good, you know.
So do your best, the beautiful will show.
Still people should be good, you know as well;
There’s Heaven after life, but not a Hell!”
Next Billy to the leasing office wights
To get a working order for his lights,
His bathroom lights which needed a repair,
Just then he saw a man and woman there.
The two were talking in a sexy way,
And Billy Mack was shocked at their display.
The working order was approved, and back
He came into his place. Then Billy Mack
To his dear Angels of his heart replied,
And to those Angel-wives of his he cried:
“This is a weird place, very much for sure!
And as I carry on, I feel its cure.
First, I was murdered, brought here saved by God,
Then, I found out that Jesus being odd
Was also here by Ha-Shem saved, what’s more,
He left me at this place as on its floor,
He left his place to look like mine on Earth,
But it is better, yes, for what it’s worth,
And I moved there on Headbuttressia,
This planet looking just like Earth, and Ha!
I find that ghosts are living a new birth,
Those ghosts are not like ghosts who spread a dearth,
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As people here in safety of its seal,
As people, ghosts of all ages now here
Upon this happy planet without fear
Except for Nazi cops who are not real.
For all of us it is a better deal.
Yet, now they think I’m gay and also talked
In sex-talk to each other as I walked!”
Then Angel Hope to Billy Mack McBride,
To him the loving Angel thus replied:
“Dear Billy, they are ghosts and talk like that.
Dear Billy Mack McBride, you know we state
At times you feel as if you’re going mad,
But don’t think that, that would be very bad.
These are the ways of ghosts, and you know what,
They love to watch you everywhere you’re at,
They’re impotent as you, just like you now.
So don’t be much offended, or think, wow.
And when they called you “atobot,” you must
Not let them call you that, but trust
That atobots are very bad somehow,
Those atobots into some minds do plough,
For atobots are lonely sorts of things,
They do not read nor like what reading brings,
They’re lonely and unhappy, and they keep
Distracting folk from ever reading deep,
They hate our books, and trash them in their gangs,
The atobots hate books, and human beings
Within their sway can’t read their best way taught.
So tell those ghosts you’re not an atobot.”
Then Billy Mack to Angel Hope replied,
And to his loving Angel wife he cried.
“As someone takes a gift of larger size,
Okay dear Hope, I’ll take your good advice

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And tell those happy ghosts that I am not
A lonely and unhappy atobot,
Of course I’m not, I’m happy and I’m nice,
As nice perhaps as you in Paradise,
So nicely set with my own Angel dears.
And though I'm not addicted yet to beers,
Yet I think reading I’m addicted to
Those books I love of which I read with you
My reading helps me conquer many fears,
It's best to read, sometimes I’m brought to tears
Of joy just thinking I’m a lucky guy
Sometimes my joy I think is very high
To be with you to read all day and night.
I’d never let an atobot delight
In making me distracted, as they try,
From books I read, from books of how and why,
From books I love. Yes, I will tell them, y’all,
Hey ghosts I’m not an atobot at all!”
So Billy moved around his place anew,
He quickly sparked a grace, and tightly knew,
That inside him his wife, Tob Shbeeb, was strong,
And moving fast like cats, he felt no wrong
As Angel Tob , Tob Shbeeb helped him move,
As from within she worked a graceful groove.

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With Angel Tob Shbeeb’s sparky graceful aid,

Next Billy put a stool right by his bed,
And on the stool he put a globe; and then
His Angel Hope replied to Billy M.:
“I know you’re still afraid of bully men,
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Intruding upon you within your home.
But you are safe and bully men won’t come.
Yes, you are safe, so trust me, Billy M..
Yes, you are safe when bright or when it’s dim.
But if you wish, to make you better feel,
And if you want to get a way to heal,
Now take that bottle and the candlesticks,
The empty red wine bottle kept for tricks,
Illusions which, when made, seem that they’re real,
Now take those things as if they were a seal,
Yes, take those things and put them by the bed,
The bed on which sometimes you like to read,
So that you can feel safer just in case.
The bullies are not coming to this place,
But you can have those weapons there instead
To bring you peace that you won’t end up dead,
To bring you calm of mind, but bullies won’t
Come here to beat you up. You worry. Don’t.”
Then with a kindness Billy Mack McBride
Unto his Angel Thrikbot thus replied:
“I thank you sweetie Angel Thrikbot Hope.
I love you very much, your mind is ope,
I know you care for me to keep me well
And feeling safe much more, yes, I can tell.
I’ll put those objects by my bed to cope
With my illusions, which you tell me, nope,
With my bad thoughts of bullies which I have.
I see you love me too, your love I’ll save,
I’ll trust you that those bullies will not come
To beat me up within this second home,
A home arranged for me which Jesus gave,
Who made here nice as it as I did have.
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I know the bullies won’t to me come at.
It is an urgent matter to give trust
To those who know that bullies will not bust
Inside my place to do me harm somewhat.
I love you my dear Angels, that is that.
I love you Hope, and trust your Angel-mind
Which never let’s me down at all I find.”
So Billy stretched himself out in a bliss,
And then his Angel Hope to him said this:
“Dear Billy can you hear it? Listen close,
Be silent, give your mouth a silent dose
Of quietude, and listen to the fan
And think about resolving, if you can,
What gentle noise that is which you shall hear,
The signal’s coming stronger, getting clear,
The signal’s coming like a burst of light,
If light could make a sound instead of bright,
The signal’s like a lighthouse with its beams,
But in the form of sounds the pulsing seems,
Instead of light there is a pulsing sound
That’s coming from your fan upon the ground,
The fan within your little kitchen room,
A kitchen such wherein you always zoom
To make a meal or wash each dirty hand,
The fan is making noises, understand,
This time it’s different with the blowing breeze,
If you be quiet, still and listen, please,
You’ll understand what this is all about,
And of your Angel Hope you will not doubt.”
Then Angel A.B. unto Billy cried,
To Billy Mack that Angel so replied:
“I love you Billy Mack B’nayvoovah.
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Have had the strangest time about this place,
As I am talking, blowing on your face
This breeze, a very gentle fanning breeze
Beyond the kitchen fan in frequencies
You hear me and I know that you can tell
That I’m your Angel Mother very well.
My name is A.B., when that you were born,
I died in childbirth on that shiny morn.
Your brother’s name is Richard Rorty, yes,
Your sister’s Honey, you don’t have to guess,
It is the truth and we are Angels true.
I know that this is something to you new,
But also deep inside your memory,
Your family’s remembered, and me.
I was a graceful ape, you do recall,
And after giving birth unto you all,
I died and it was in another time,
Another life where from we all did climb.”
Next Billy Mack to Angel A.B. cried,
And to his Angel mother so replied:
“I do remember you and love you, Mom,
To meet you once again, for you to come
Back to me in another life somehow.
I know you still, a little then and now.
I love you very much, it’s been a while
It’s like some favorite trend came back in style.
I understand for many centuries
That you’ve been waiting happily in these
One day here to return to share with me
The news of you upon some frequency
Which, funny though to others would be, yes,
That you to me your spirit could address
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The fan within my kitchen room with ease,
And I believe that I remember much,
Of how you were a graceful ape and such
Who died for me, those memories we share
Before when I was born back then, back there,
I love you Angel Mother, it is great
You’re here with me upon this special date.”
Then Angel Hope to Billy Mack McBride,
Her loving human husband, so replied:
“You know your life at this point now, and more
Than you have ever dreamt to know before.
Such knowledge is a blessing now and then
To have revealed to you but not to men
These matters of a heavenly sort now,
Which you through us do understand somehow.
Let me reveal to you next something new,
It’s new to you, it’s knowledge about you.
And we already know it since our kind
Is from that heaven which you’ll someday find.
And this about you, dearest Billy Mack,
In heaven you’re a gentle woman black
Named Coconut, she is your Astral Self,
And though this revelation is itself
A matter for belief which comes from trust
Of us who love you here and there, it must
Be known that she will be your afterlife,
To live with me and every other wife.
It may sound silly, but your Honey that’s
Your sister, you and Richard are bobcats.”
Next Billy Mack to Angel Hope replied,
And to that gorgeous Angel thus he cried:
“Ha! Angel Hope indeed that is a shock
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Especially to know my Astral Self
Who’s Coconut, and quite a shock itself,
A woman black in heaven living life
Up there with you, each special Angel wife.
It sure is funny I’m a group bobcat,
Perhaps that you are joking about that?
But yet somehow I know my body there
In heaven’s different, better than down here
On Headbuttressia, this place like Earth.
I laugh because to know this has a worth
Which I can use while speaking with you dears,
A worth which helps me overcome my fears
Since I, experiencing this with you,
Do share these funny moments, that is true.
A bobcat! And your gorgeous Angel wife
In heaven with you in my afterlife,
These things I’ll sort out later in my mind
While now I’m laughing at all such to find!”
Then Angel Hope to Billy Mack McBride,
Her loving human husband, thus replied:
“Dear Billy Mack this is a sacred place,
It is a kind of spacecraft-home-palace.
Now look around the room and you will see
That every object’s meaning is a key
For you to realize, and not to guess
We’re all of us here for a reason, yes,
You realize this place is for defense,
And every object in its own pretense
Creates a narrative around the den
To tell the story of our coming then.
Primarily it’s for defense, the game
Charades is narrative that you can name
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Alone and then with every Angel wife.
The objects that you see are just for you
Before and after stories that are true.
All things reveal their secrets finally,
The chairs, the decorations set by me
And other Angels secretly till now
Revealing of the what and why and how.”
Then Angel Jill to Billy Mack McBride,
Her very loving husband, thus replied:
“Dear Billy Mack, Elaine is back on Earth,
She is the only one, for what it’s worth,
Who does refuse to let those men tell lies.
She thinks so much of you, you realize.
And all the lies which all those men have told
To sell your art when after being bold
And framing you by killing you back there
On Earth within your room, that they did dare!,
Elaine is good, she is the only one
Who’s fighting since your reputation’s gone.
She’s fighting very hard to keep alive
Your innocence and goodness in her strive
To help you out, she’s mourning your own death.
She loved you Billy, loves you and her breath
Is passionate to help your good survive,
Which men abused; your innocence did dive
To depths, your memory all people hate,
But she, Elaine does not, she thinks you’re great,
And you will talk to her to help one day,
However, now, just wait until we say.”
Next Billy both to Jill and then a Ghost,
His neighbor Ghost, replied at any cost:
“Okay dear Jill, I’ll wait to talk with her,
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Up trouble, I trust you and what you say.
I’ll be alright while waiting for that day.
It’s good to know that someone understands
Who’s far away, who dwells on Earthly lands.
It seems my neighbor’s talking next to me,
And through the wall, I hear you quietly,
I hear you neighbor, ghostly neighbor, yes,
Of what you say, I do not have to guess.
It sounds important what you’re telling now,
And it is easy talking, so somehow
I’m open, we can chat, my neighbor ghost,
Between the walls of matters happy most.
I know you ghosts are ghosts but sometimes I
Believe that you’re computers running, sigh,
It’s hard to really know it all, therefore,
I have to guess what seems the best way or
I’ll be caught up in skeptic talk, it’s true.
Now I must get some sleep. Good night to you.”
So Billy, after talking to the Ghost,
Fell deep asleep, the rest he needed most.

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Now Billy in the morning heard the sound

Of many little birds above the ground,
He heard but knew the things they spoke about,
He understood they talked of him, no doubt.
And then he looked around the bedroom’s floor
For he had lost his wallet he was sure.
When finding it, the Ghosts again outside
Came back, and then Ghost One to each replied:
“That guy, he’s gay, he’s gay that’s what I say,
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Is gay, no doubt, the one called Billy Mack,
He’s gay from top to toe, from front to back!
He’s gay I say, let everybody know,
The one they call B’nayvoovah, let’s show
The world about this Billy guy
To tell the world from here to way up high
That Billy Mack McBride, there is no doubt,
That Billy Mack B’nayvoovah is out!
And everybody here will understand
That Billy, Billy Mack is a gay man.
Hey Billy I see you, there is no way
That you are nothing but a man who’s gay!
Tell all the world, tell all the planet here,
Our Headbuttressia and make it clear
That gay as any man who’s gay can be
Is Billy Mack, without a doubt I see
That man, that man, that Billy Mack McBride
Is gay! Tell everybody here outside!!!”
Then Ghost the Second to the others cried,
To all the Ghosts outside the Ghost replied:
“Hey, Billy Mack McBride’s an atobot,
A normal sort of being he is not!
Hey Billy Mack’s an atobot of course,
He is an atobot in fullest force!
Hey Billy is an atobot I’m sure,
He’s living in that home back there and more,
It was the home of Jesus who had moved,
The Jesus guy, the one whom we all loved,
And Billy atobot is in his place,
He’s even got that atobotic face!
But Billy’s safe right there, his lease says so,
He has a proper lease, that much I know.
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But Billy, Billy Mack B’nayvoovah
Who’s living now on Headbuttressia,
There is no doubt that he’s an atobot!
An atobot for certain, doubt it not!
Hey Billy atobot, what will you do
When everybody’s gonna come for you?”
And then the First Ghost to the others cried,
Unto the other Ghosts she such replied:
“Hey Billy Mack McBride is Moby Dick!
There is some kind of super magic trick
That makes that guy in Jesus’s old place,
You know the one with atobotian face
A creature big, a monster great, a whale,
The white one with the white and yellow tail.
He’s Moby Dick of course it all is clear
That Billy Mack is Moby Dick and queer!
The gay guy atobot within those walls
Of Jesus Christ’s old place and bedroom halls
Is Moby Dick, is Moby Dick for sure,
I see it with my eyes as ever were,
A whale of whiteness, Moby Dick the fish,
A white gay guy and atobot Jewish,
A guy, Hey Billy, atobot supreme,
I see you Moby Dick, you’re not a dream!
That guy inside that Jesus Christ’s place
He used to have, with atobotic face
Is Moby Dick, tell each and every one
That Billy Mack is Moby Dick alone!”
Therefore the Second Ghost to each replied,
To all of them the funny Ghost now cried:
“Thus Moby Dick is proved an atobot,
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I say that whale is like a mindless brute,
An atobot, a shade as on a root
Below a tree, below a ghost like me,
A whale, like Jonah’s, living in the sea.
The whale’s an atobot, and this is true,
An atobot is Moby Dick! That’s new!
A lonely and unhappy sort of being,
The sort who keeps non-readers functioning
To stay illiterate, and that is bad.
Of atobots who keep us back, we’re mad.
The atobots won’t help us read our best,
They hate the books, and this is not a jest!
For books to atobots remain unread.
To be caught reading, rather they’d be dead!
They’d rather be distractions for us all
Who try and read our best of great or small.
And Moby Dick’s an atobot indeed,
An atobot who’d rather us not read!”
Next to the other Ghosts the First Ghost cried,
And to the others therefore she replied:
“An atobot is gay, that’s what I said!
The books among the world remain unread
Because the atobots, those awful things,
Distract their best the mass of human beings
From reading at their best the better books,
And thus it is so bad, so bad it looks
That people who don’t read are far behind,
And atobots, those atobots we find,
Are guilty of distracting humankind.
They are to blame for he who wastes his mind,
And her who wastes her mind, they each fall prey
To atobot distractions in their way.
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Just like poor Billy Mack upon this day.
I see you, Billy Mack within your home!
I see an atobot you have become!
A gay B’nayvoovah, an atobot,
That’s you! You’re one of them, or are you not?
An atobot is gay, what do you say?
Are you not so, an atobot and gay?”
And then the Second Ghost to each of them,
Began to them to speak of Billy M.:
“Therefore I say that Moby Dick is gay,
He must so be that he is gay, I say.
And therefore being Moby Dick McBride,
Who’s Billy Dick, who’s Moby gay inside
That former place of Jesus Christ, it’s true,
Until when Jesus moved, and Billy, new,
Became the newer occupant right there,
The one at which we happy ghosts do stare.
He’s Moby Dick B’nayvoovah all day,
The Moby Mack, the atobot who’s gay.
So tell the world that gay is Moby Dick,
And who with truth could ever become sick?
It’s true that Billy Mack’s an atobot,
And gay and Moby Dick too, is it not?
So Jesus moved and now we have this Mack
Who’s Moby Dick, the white whale not the black,
At atobot distracting us from tales
In books is Moby Dick, the whale of whales!
So tell the world outside, here’s what you say:
That Billy Moby Dick McBride is gay!”
The childlike play of them went on a while,
All Billy and his Angels did was smile.
But suddenly some banging noise was heard,
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“You hear that dearest Billy Mack McBride?
They’re building up a wooden cross outside
Because they’re gonna come for you, it’s true.
And, guess what’s next, what all those ghosts will do:
They’re gonna bust the door ajar and come
To get you, then they’ll take you from your home
And put you on that cross outside out there.
Those banging noises sounding through the air
Are banging since they’re putting up a cross.
You will be crucified in your own loss,
Your life destroyed on Headbuttressia
As when on Earth you were, B’nayvoovah.
There’s nothing you can do to help save you,
And Ha-Shem will not save you either too.
Your life is over, on a cross they’ll put
Your body, raise it up, they’ll raise your butt,
Your body way up high for all to see.
I’m sorry that you would not hearken me
As to accept that King, when I warned you,
To be your Lord and Saviour, Mammon true.”
Then Billy so to Angel Richard cried,
And to his Angel brother, thus replied:
“Hey, shut up, Richard, this is getting old,
I do know better now than to be told
What’s going on by you. It is not true
That ghosts are doing what you say they do.
And as you know, I’m numb now to your pranks,
You cannot sway my mind like that, so thanks
For your divine concern, but I’m alright,
I do not wish to carry on this fight
Because I know you love me, and I’m fine,
Your bold remarks are really out of line.
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I doubt it certainly they’ll come around
To break into my place, for they’ve been nice,
Though sometimes I have told you more than twice
That I do know you’re joking, Richard dear,
And Richard, I believe you’ve made it clear
With telling lies before, so give it rest.
This is no final judgment nor a test
Upon my life, so shut up, Richard R..
You know it’s stupid going on this far.”
Then Angel Richard thus to Billy cried,
And to his human brother he replied:
“I’m playing, I’m just playing with you! Ha!
I’m playing, Billy Mack B’nayvoovah!
I think you see that all the ghosts are good,
They would not crucify you if they could,
And I, of course, was playing, but you’re smart,
You figured out my silly playful art.
I know it’s stupid, yes, I know that well.
You’re safe. Nobody’s going into Hell,
Nor will you become crucified at all,
And so this is a safe place, you recall.
The ghosts outside were banging, not for you.
Sometimes they do that, make some noise, it’s true,
But they won’t hurt you, neither did they make
A cross to put you on to make you ache.
They are not like that, all those ghosts outside,
They will not hurt you, Billy Mack McBride.
So take it from your Angels like myself,
The proof is that it is a fact itself
That Angels help you all the time, I know
Much more than what the present time does show.”
Then Billy Mack unto his Angels cried,
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“Now that I’m famous on this planet here,
On Headbuttressia, without a fear,
And that because I’ve read a lot of books,
And therefore judging by the way it looks
Upon this planet with the ghosts and all,
Who have short memories to have recall
Of things they think about, the things like us,
The funny things I’ve learned that they discuss,
I have decided that with what I’ve learned
From books from where my knowledge became earned,
Of all the literature that I have read,
I think that I would like a chance to lead
A simple movement so that I may teach
The ghosts to read much more, but not to preach,
But rather be a sort of guru man,
And so a teacher. Yes, that is my plan.
I think I have decided this for sure:
To help the ghosts to what I know and more,
To help them read their best, so I will guide
The ghosts to books to read with love and pride.”
Next Angel Hope within his gentle breast,
To Billy Mack she kindly then addressed:
“Yes, that, B’nayvoovah, my Billy dear,
Is great to hear that you would like to steer
Those ghosts to learn to read, so we’ll help you
To do just that, to be a teacher new.
A role model’s and educator’s best,
We know you care to help out all the rest.
The ghosts who live on Headbuttressia,
Who can be helped by you, B’nayvoovah,
Are ghosts who have no long attention span
So, as a sort of friendly guru man,
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As often reading lets the reader earn
A hope and knowledge, wisdom in her life,
And we, your each and every Angel wife,
Shall all provide a strategy for this
So you can be a teacher in your bliss
Of passion for those books which you have read,
To teach the ghosts to read to get ahead
And learn the how and why and who and what.
It’s excellent you want to work on that.”
Now Billy Mack to Hope, his Angel, cried,
And to that loving Angel-wife replied:
“That’s awesome, Hope, I’d love to have your aid
So I can be their teacher as you said.
You know that I believe that we should raise
The sparks of knowing up throughout our days
Within our own communities for good,
By doing so, by helping as we should,
We shall not leave a human being behind,
Or ghosts in this case here, it will be kind
To help their sparks within them higher get,
To raise their knowing higher I am set.
I love them like I loved those human beings
Who back on Earth I knew who gave me things
To think about in our community.
It would be great to do this beautifully,
To help the best I know to teach and reach
My hands to them in kindness, not to preach,
But just to be a guru sort of man.
And I am very grateful that you can
Give help and guide me guide them to some book
I know and love which into they shall look.”
Next Angel Tob, Tob Shbeeb to Billy cried,
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“Dear Billy, honey, Billy Mack, my dear,
Do you have time to listen? Am I clear?
It’s me, Tob Shbeeb, your loving Angel wife
Who loves you very much in our love life.
Do you hear me? I’m talking to you, yes,
It’s me, Tob Shbeeb, you do not have to guess.
You know me very well, it’s Pattycake,
It’s Pattycake Tob Shbeeb, now take a break
From thinking about what you want to do
With all those happy ghosts who bother you.
I know that part of you is bothered so
That you do not get privacy to know
Your Angel wives better, so take a rest,
And listen to me, Pattycake, arrest
Your mind from all your worries that you have.
You’re fine, I say, another day them save.
Thus save your worries for another day.
It’s me, Tob Shbeeb, your wife, I’d like to say
I love you, yes, but there is something new,
There’s something else I’d like to say to you.”
Then Billy Mack to her his Angel cried,
To Angel Tob Tob Shbeeb he so replied:
“Yes, yes, dear Angel, I am listening.
What would you like? By that, I’m gathering
It’s something very special, I can tell,
You have my open ears, and mind, as well.
And, thanks for asking me to rest a bit
From all my worrying, I’m glad for it.
You know it’s true I have no privacy
For you or for the other Angel dears.
Yet, I would like to think of them as peers,
The ghosts, to help them learn to read their best
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I love them, though my privacy is not
A thing I have completely so forgot.
They’re good but in some way I worry that
By teaching them such as the why and what
And who and how, from books, my time would all
Be spent developing their minds, it shall
Yet take, from us to talk, much time away,
But that is that, what would you like to say?”
Now to Billy Tob Shbeeb again replied,
And to her human husband thus she cried:
“Can you get me some water, Billy dear?
It’s time for water, water, water clear.
Can you do this, this water-getting task?
To get some water now is all I ask.
Now rise and get for me some water, yes,
You know I’d like some, do not second guess
That I, I need it, water, Billy Mack.
So make a line, a water-getting track,
And pour the water next into a cup,
For that is your best reason to get up,
To pour the water next into a glass,
Please get it, Billy, or this chance will pass.
The water, Billy Mack B’nayvoovah,
It’s time for water, water, water, Ah!
What other time is best for getting that?
So get it now, and later we can chat.
You know the wet stuff, water, Billy M.,
Get up, it’s time for water, water when
I say so, Billy Mack, please get it now,
Do not delay, get water, yes, somehow.”
Now Billy next to Angel Tob replied,
And to be loving to his wife, he cried:
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I thought that silly us could only chat,
So how is it that I can do this act?
So is it not I’m powerless, the fact?
I mostly thought that I was impotent
When I from Earth was to this planet sent,
And when I got here, was not my soul told
That I’d be impotent and not as bold?
And loving you within my mind, I can
Do that forever as I am a man.
But physically? I thought there was no way
Since here on this world, Headbuttressia
The ghosts and I, we impotent, are all.
If there’s a way to do this act I shall,
However, I was told that making love
Was something I can’t do, my Angel dove,
Though I do feel so much of love for you,
And you for me, my soul can tell it’s true.
So how, dear Angel, can we find a way
For intimacy now, for a love play?”
Thus water was the sign for them to love,
It was the secret that for which did prove.
So Angel Tob to Billy Mack McBride,
Her lovely human husband so replied:
“Give it a try. I know the ghosts see you,
But you’ll be fine, and I’ll be alright too.
We really need some time together, yes,
It is not now the time to second guess.
So Billy, water please, get it right now,
Don’t question if it’s possible somehow,
Just love me and I’ll love you in return.
I understand that you for me still yearn,
So do it Billy Mack B’nayvoovah,
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I love you, Billy Mack, and you love me,
I know that all the ghosts outside can see
You here, and I’m within your soul, like air,
So even with them there I do not care,
And neither so should you, just go for it,
And let me love you too, I’m in a fit,
And yea!, you’re getting that way too! Yippie!
It’s time for you to love me tenderly.
Ah, Billy, you can do it, give a try,
Let’s go for it, you can dear, O my my!”
Now Billy Mack to his own Angel cried,
And to the Angel Tob Shbeeb, so replied:
“Okay, my love, I’ll give it now a shot.
Tob Shbeeb, it might just work more so than not.
And though the ghosts outside are watching us,
I think I’ll always love you without fuss,
As much right now as ever have before
I love you then and now and more and more.
The future’s ours, our Angel children’s too,
Of whom we’ll make again with much ado.
The time’s for more, of loving let us act,
You know I’m happy for you, that’s a fact.
And though I know the ghosts outside will watch,
Like you, I do not care; they will not botch
Our trains of thought to come between us now
By making much of what they’ll see and how
We are when both of us, in love, are set
To make each other know that fact, and yet
Your spirit touches all my soul and heart.
I know you love me too, and those apart,
The other Angels who did marry us,
Okay, my dear Tob Shbeeb, I’m ready, yes.”
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The ghosts were shocked to see them through the wall,
And then the First Ghost to the others cried,
And to those other Ghosts she so replied:
“Oh! What the hell’s he doing? What the hell!?
Do you see what he’s doing? Can you tell!?
Oh, I am shocked! What do my eyes now see?
Is Billy Mack McBride now with a she?
My God, he’s with Tob Shbeeb! Hey, what the hell!?
Do you know what they’re doing, very well?
I thought that he can’t do that thing, but, Oh!
B’nayvoovah and Pattycake are...whoa!
Call all the ghosts to see what’s happening
To see and then become shocked by something.
Hey everybody check it out, that lad
Who moved to Jesus Christ’s apartment pad,
Who’s in the former place of Jesus Christ,
Is now with her, Tob Shbeeb, you get the gist?
And, Oh, what do you think now, is it true
What they are doing in that place? Who knew
That Billy, Billy Mack B’nayvoovah,
Could do that, now I see it all and, Ah,
I know much more about him, but, Oh, what,
Oh, what the hell’s he doing!? Look at that!”
Then Billy Mack to Angel Tob replied,
And to his Angel-wife he gently cried:
“Wow! Thank you dear Tob Shbeeb, love, that was great!
And I love you, you do not have to wait
For flowers, I shall think to you a spray
Of violets, buttercups and roses, yea!
I won’t forget the baby’s breath this time.
To heights above, the both of us did climb,
Though you stay there, I met you there with love,
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Dear God, Ha-Shem, I thank you for my wife,
And other Angel wives, and all my life.
And thank you for my painless rescue then,
And children, ahavah atah, amen.
And thank you, dear Tob Shbeeb, I’ll find some more
Within my memory, some more galore
Of flowers which I’ll now think for you dear:
Some poppies and hibiscus for you here.
O I love you, this time we were with each
To be together, yes, puts me in reach
With you, I know and cherish in our play,
And always will forever and a day.”
Next Tob, Tob Shbeeb the gentle Angel cried
Unto her husband, Billy Mack McBride:
“This is the latest Awesome Blossom now,
It’s all a very good one, and somehow
We managed, yes, to be together here
To love each other, Billy Mack, my dear.
I love you too, and all our Angels where,
In Room Boom, they all live, our children there
Who play their music, some you channel, true,
For music of some good recordings new.
The Awesome Blossom, it indeed is great,
A very Awesome Blossom number eight.
That’s very good we were together then.
Thank you, Ha-Shem, ahabah, amen.
I’m glad we had an Awesome Blossom day,
You visited a heaven in that play,
And for the ghosts, this Headbuttressia
Is heaven, though you know, B’nayvoovah,
That you will in your better afterlife
To heaven of Charades with every wife
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Of your own Angel wives, it’s best.”
Now Billy Mack to Tob Shbeeb so replied,
And to the loving Angel thus he cried:
“Oh, thanks again, Tob Shbeeb, it’s very kind
Of you to spend some time within my mind
That we can be together in our hearts,
I love you very much, my life now starts
To come together better with such love,
A love which everyday our Angels prove.
My heart and mind and soul with you and all
Feel opened up as if there were no wall
To separate our loves, and I love you.
This Awesome Blossom eight was awesome too,
And now and everyday, I understand
My life improves to joyful when you hand
Back me your love, which I do not know why
Or what I did deserving you from high,
And all the other Angels whom we feel,
Whom to each other’s presence each reveal
This love and peace and bliss and happiness.
I cannot wait to be in heaven, yes,
But I will wait for when that time’s to come
When I will be in heaven, in our home.”
Now Billy fed the cats, and Hope replied
To him, her husband, Billy Mack McBride:
“Oh, Billy, don’t be worried now, okay?
But something now just happened in this day,
And when you fed the cats, it will change things,
For cats don’t eat food here, and feeding brings
To you the Waters, now, of Lethe, the food
They ate for them does not do any good,
Nor bad for them, but it is true for you
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Of Lethe. You fed those cats that food, indeed.
In Headbuttressia they should not feed,
So as you gave them cat food, something’s changed,
Your life out here shall now be rearranged.
It’s not your fault, you did not mean to do
That thing which you should not have done, and you
Must now find out, alas, what’s next in store,
There will now be a change again, and more,
Your life shall change because you fed each cat.
On Headbuttressia the case is that,
That if you feed cats, Waters so occur,
The Lethe Waters have now begun to stir.”
There was a knock upon the door and then
A man called Dave, the maintenance man came in.
So Dave to Billy Mack McBride replied,
And to the tenant Billy, thus he cried:
“Hi Boss, I’m here to fix your lights, I’m Dave,
The maintenance man, I hear a few you have
Inside your bathroom have gone out and need
To be replaced, so I have come indeed
To do just that; I know they’re hard to turn
To get them loose, there is a trick to learn,
And I know how to rotate every one
Which has burned out. I hear the light is gone
From these light bulbs, so if you do not mind,
I’ll work on changing them to bright, you’ll find.
Don’t let me be a bother, show the way
Into your bathroom, and I won’t delay
You too long, I’ll be gone in just a bit
When after changing them next to be lit.
So ahh, I see your problem, here you go,
And now, with some adjustment, light will show!
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To help you brush your teeth when it is night!
So thanks, and on my way I’ll go along,
It’s nice to meet you, Boss. I’m off. So long!”
Dave smelled a little bad, and leaving off,
Then Billy took the trash out, he was tough.
What happened next was Billy crossed a line,
A crack upon the pavement that was fine,
Then Angel Richard unto Billy cried,
And to his human brother, thus replied:
“Dear Billy, you have now just crossed the line,
That crack upon the pavement, do not whine,
But you’ll be going back to Earth right now.
That pavement has a crack which you somehow,
When crossed, makes for a traveling of time
Back to that planet Earth. It was sublime
Upon this planet, Headbuttressia,
You know at times I joke, B’nayvoovah,
And I love you, but this is not a jest.
I know you also know it was your best
You did in this great world like planet Earth,
Which looks identical for what it’s worth,
Identical to Earth, but things are changed,
You’re going back to Earth, it’s now arranged.
You crossed the line, that little sidewalk crack.
My dearest brother, Billy, Billy Mack,
You know I am not joking, you can tell
That Headbuttressia was not a Hell,
Nor is there one, and yet for every ghost,
Each one became an Angel, they can boast.”
Now Billy Mack to Angel Richard cried,
And to his Angel brother, thus replied:
“I understand that I am going back,
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Of jokes and joking with me, I can tell,
I know that I am going very well.
It saddens me that I did cross that line,
And I do understand that I’ll be fine,
A line for space and time, to travel, yes,
To Earth again, I do not have to guess.
It’s funny that outside this building tall
There was an ancient portal after all
Which was technology, a simple crack,
When crossing it does take a traveler back
To Earth, the place I started from, alas,
The little crack when I, my foot, did pass,
Became the Waters blue of Lethe for me.
I stirred them up, alas, unknowingly.
But yet, I feel that all will be alright,
At least the whole is good, a good delight,
And everything’s in order, even though
Some parts will need some work and love, I know.”
Then Angel Richard unto Billy cried,
And to his human brother, so replied:
“Ha-Shem right now is placing you on Earth,
He’s giving you some time, a second birth,
A birth somewhat before that awful time
When you were killed for nothing but a dime.
To fix your reputation, that is why
Ha-Shem, our God, the one who is most high,
Is placing, back on Earth, your body there,
So that your reputation can repair.
And it will be a time before those men
Did kill you. And you must next fix it then
That never will it happen just like that,
That such will happen there again whereat
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And go again, so do your best and try
To not let what did happen, by and by.
Therefore, you’ve got a second chance to live
A better life of which our God does give.
You’re coming back to Earth upon this day,
So be more careful, Billy Mack, okay?”
Now Billy to his Angels gently cried,
So to his loving Angels, thus replied:
“Ok, I see. I’m grateful for this chance
To do much better, therefore my entrance
Does seem to happen at this moment new,
My foot’s upon the Earth again, it’s true,
My eyes behold the same old place around
Where I was murdered on this Earthly ground.
And now I breathe again its worldly air,
And being back, and walking over there
Up to the mailbox now, what’s this I see?
The one we made, our book of poetry?
The best we made so far, our favorite book,
Hawaiian Sonnets, that’s the package! Look!
I thought I’d never see it when I came
To Headbuttressia, and I did blame
That separation which from Earth did make
Impossible that I would right now take
Our book, as I am taking out right now,
From this my Earthly mailbox, and somehow
I can by being back on Earth again.
Ah, what an awesome journey it has been!”
Now that’s the story true, the greater home
Of Headbuttressia a place for some.

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