Postmodernism’s the fashion ne’er manque.
We study Foucault and his glass eyed scribes.
Get reason trapped and do not court delay.
You need to find your intellectual tribe.
Where is the goose which laid the golden egg..
Invented meta-talk and fairy tales?
Which narrative is balanced on a peg?
Do prophets gets re-homed now by a whale?
Where is the whole truth and the nothing but?
Whose is the eye which sees reality?
Who is the judge who makes the final cut?
Where is the God to whom we owed fealty?
Now nothing is what anyone can say.
I understand it’s meaningless to pray
How my heart sings 