The god for me is Zoroaster.
You might say, I ain't spelled it right--
Perversion of the Persian, some whine;
I think Latinized is alright.

See the boring flick some call "master-
piece"? Had me snoring up a storm.
The soundtrack has music by master-
race maven,* heavy on the horn.

That music's played so much, it's cliché'd--
Post-"Odyssey," past its prime.
That music's played so much 'cause he** made
It into consciousness climb.

I got sidetracked from Zoroaster
By music in that snore-flick score.

It fills me with a complete sorrow:
Inside the temple's darkness,
I see it's dwindling, our corps:
Not lots of we's for Zoroaster.

The god for Me Is Zoroaster,
You've got to see: it's Zoroaster,
I'm hot, you see, for Zoroaster,
No, not the carve-"Z" schmoe is master!


*Richard Strauss, composer of "Thus Spake Zarathustra." His role as a Nazi-sympathizer still stirs debate.
**Stanley Kubrick