Five Card Stud I searched for Jesus through Rock n Roll Like fast food religion in winning my soul. Humanity to deities must be like a card game Chess is too civilized, mankind is too lame. So, they sit every Saturday and play 5 card stud Cackle and shimmy like chickens in mud. The Buddha, the Jesus, the Devil, Mohammed They put on the ballgame, sit down and get started. But first meditation the Buddha holds silence he vows to show patience, the devil thinks, "violence" The Buddha gets hungry, "Please pass the big Macs. Let's hurry and finish, I've got to get waxed." A new hand is dealt, Jesus bets the Red Sea Mohammed is solemn he raises with trees. The devil just snickers and calls with some perverts The Buddha has queens, then several desserts. The Devil is jeering, grabs the cards and starts dealin' Everyone guesses, as always, he's cheatin' The Buddha surprisingly, wins with a straight The Devil is fuming, with one pair of eights. The Devil gets postal, breathes fire and is screamin' Mohammed is trace-like, just peacefully dreamin' Jesus wins with a couple of nines everyone folds and then they have wine. The devil's three sixes takes no ones surprise They grow accustomed to this comical lie, And so it happens on Saturday nights The four gather willingly and try to make light. In the name of religion there's battle for souls. The humans don't get it, and it takes its toll Life's not a game, we just get it twisted We're taught all the lessons and somehow, just miss it. tommie ortega Austin, Texas 2005