by John
(London, England)
Jehovah the Jesuit said,
hey,
I can do it
we talked him out of it and
now he works in a diner
for minimum wage.
He's nailed it,
the job fits him
like a wet suit for
a thin man
and he dances on spaghetti
a trick he learned in
Italy
but,
he doesn't turn water into
wine.
One time before sometime
before the cross burned
into his conscience
he was a hitman for the
Klansmen
somewhere South of the
Mississippi,
that was then with the
quasi holy men
this is now,
I order eggs
over easy.
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