Goofy Poems On Eyeballs n' Such
For The Thinking Weirdo
Jesus Hanging at the Mission
Jesus hanging at the Mission
Til his mission is complete
And then he's goin' fishin'
But for now there's folks who gotta eat...
He's serving soup to nuts today
They gotta fill their guts
So they all get in line
And sometimes Jesus wishes
That his gifts sublime would simply go away
Then all these wind-blown drifters
Could just blow or drift away
For even just one day
You go your way , I'll go mine...
He's changin' watery coffee into wine
For all those winos hangin' on his vine
They cling unto his cross--it's swingin' crazy
With every swing another holy soul
Receives a holy daisy
And Christ is tossin' cookes to the throng
Of poor old mortal souls who don't belong
He wishes he was gone--
Eat of my flesh
But please don't take so goddamn long--
And everything he's ever said
Has all been censored, sacked, redacted
Left for dead
Endlessly and badly, so it seems
And Christ is cursed to die a million times
In other peoples' dreams
It doesn't really matter if they wish for bread or fishes
God know's that soup's good food
But they never do the goddamned dishes
Don't say thanks, they're rank and awful rude
This is my blood--I bled for you
So go ahead and have a bloody party
Open up another artery
Gulp it down ya greedy clowns
I'm here to feed the needy
But if I could get off this freakin' piece of wood
I'd be outta town within the hour
And I'd be gone for good
I'd avoid the meek
I wouldn't speak to anyone for weeks and weeks
I need a shower and a shave
I need someone to save me too, y'know?
I really do...
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