Raw Poetry by Rev. Shakes Spear
This Round’s on Jesus!
Enduring a painful death
Like a super-hero should
Calling out, “My friends!
You know that I am good!
I’m dying for your sins
So you can just chill and relax.
Now you can fuck around,
‘Cause old Jesus got your backs!
Let me do the hard work –
You kids are cuter dumb and fat,
So weep for me my sucklings
‘til your mama goat come swinging back.
She’ll spray the sweet milk everywhere.
Just open up and get your fill.
Send me the receipts of your sins, my flock,
You know ole J.C. done paid the bill!”
2-26-24