I heard the term
‘Wigger’
And shook my head
Not knowing the definition
Thinking
Someone who loses his mind
Quite often?
As in…
Wigs out
She’s wigging out
The guy’s totally wigged
That was not the case
A riddle to be sure
Perhaps the Riddler himself
Laying down the gauntlet
I found the term in
Wikipedia
The giant net-scorched
“What I Know Is”
Not much
Sigh…
It was just another
Unimaginative
Ugly racial slur
I wondered
about other morphings
Something closer to home
One I could relate to
So I came up with
‘Jewthlic’
Yass, you got it
A Jew who acts Catholic
Sure, it probably won’t catch on
And in truth
It’s the same thing
When you throw out
All the rules and regulations
It finally comes down to
Which day you want off
Saturday or Sunday
Really enjoyed this piece Leigh. The end seems out of character with the rest of the poem. You point to the stupidity and ugliness of racial slurs, extend that into a parallel with the religious slur, but then you present a judgment call which seems to be directed at belittling the character of ‘religion’ when what I was actually expecting was for the source of the slur to be given a bit of a slap in the face. A good write in my opinion and I enjoyed solving the riddle.
Did I get the right answer?
Hey Brad…Hahahahahah Ya for sure, I hadn’t really felt the need to inflict pain as much as state the less obvious aspect of religion which most of us are in denial about….Ya know, how do we fit God into our schedule when at the end of a 40 plus hour work week, all we really want to do is chill.
Racial slurs?..Well, they’re just ugly, nuf said..
Thanks for the cool observations
I really like the sarcastic or is it sardonic tone…Does a Jewthlic get both days off?
Cathraelite?
Protestlim?
Ya know, right about now God’s laughin’ so hard at our complicatin’ knowing Him that the Old Boy’s coughin’ up chunks (perhaps I’ve tumbled the origin of hail?).
Seventh Day Witness?
Luthertist?
Hahahahahahahahahha
Too fucking funny!!
Ya know ML….I hadn’t thought of it, why the hell not!!! hahahhahaha
Here’s a scary thought to ponder: God is You, me, the guy next door,the girl next door to him, the terrorist making bombs in the garage with online purchased components, the junkie shooting up in the motel 8, the hooker with only two good years left in her pondering a bleak future on social assistance and phone sex, the gay activist attending services with people he knows think he is an abomination, the child hiding more than just bruises left by a nasty selfish adult, the old lady eating dog food and wondering what happened to her life, the ghetto son who just pumped some lead into his neighbor who is only twelve because he was amped up on meth, the priest defiling trusting children, the survivor of the camps looking at her tattoo reluctantly accepting that nothing has changed only the players, the surgeon who was a bit high on coke and killed someone’s mother in the O.R. and is shitting himself until it blows over (pun intended), the high school girl puking out a few pounds of cellulite before her first period history class, the high lost boy with a rifle in his locker with some grim plans, the tinker, tailor, soldier and sailor. There, now perhaps collectively we can dispense with this fucking disease to create an outside deity to blame for everything we do and take some damn responsibility. Hi Leigh, I loved your poem, obviously, hence the diatribe.
(Grin)
That was perfect V…
Why don’t you come on back here, copy and paste and have yourself a righteous little poem!
Val, do you think my plumber is God? Or the jerk hobbit eye doctor I went to? If so, I wish that He did not show His butt crack and that He charge me reasonably even though I’m a girl who lives alone. If so, I wish said hobbit-man God would chill out with the eye dilation, okay?
(Rolls eyes and grins)
Look at it this way M.L. to someone in this world, YOU may be god.
I think of it as a humbling and terrifying notion that each of us has no one to blame for this mess on this planet but each other and of course ourselves. In a driveway, far far away in the land of milk, honey and punches in the face, I spit the gasoline gravel out of my mouth while I watched a baby I loved disappear down the road with an evil lunatic and at that moment I knew he had all the power, kinda like a god, and this is what I was left with…that is, until I chose to act out on my own inner god impulses and now I have the power but I don’t abuse it. 
HUGS M.L.
there were days I thought I should be a Jew practising Hinduism living in a Christian land with a Muslim boss.
imagine how many free days I get then..
Ah…Too funny!!!!
Classic and really, isn’t that we all really want, not to work and hang out!!
Peace