The Ethic of Stinge [sic]
Thursday, March 20th, 2008Wise men sing, the praise of largess,
As do kind men say, but surely they jest!
I can only save one bloated African,
I durst not save the unattractive one!
In my day, I have only so much time,
Woe would be I, if I just analyzed a dime!
Christ boasts oft about his love for all
But love is a heart cut out of a sheet
Am I the heart, or am I the sheet?
Can I Jesus a thousand women,
when one exhausts my money, and 5, my semen?
For to belong, you see, is to be included,
While the universe of others is excluded
(for I desire not, but a sip of your wine,
Unless I can have a goblet that’s mine)
Nature, too, is a masterful miser,
from great bear to wily spider
No creature takes shape that fills all space,
nor all of time, beyond its own race
Look around, and see:
Much enters, but none leaves the sea
and
The three toes of the sloth,
The dull colour of the moth,
The useless eyes of the mole,
The numbered days of the tail on the tadpole,
The small size of a chigger?
Realize, my friend, that God is a niggard