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The Diary of Jesus and his love for Michelle Bachman

Dear Diary,

As of today, I am officially a registered Republican

Now before you freak out, let me explain…

It’s finally happened!

I am in love! In love!

I can’t stop thinking about her…her rich auburn hair

Sensuous lips, smooth, silky voice…

She is an ambrosial goddess

Ahhhh just to say her name

Michelle…Michelle…

It’s because of her, I have become a Republican

Michelle has opened my eyes to so many things!

For instance, this country really was founded on Christian values!

Separation of church and state…that’s just crazy talk

Oh, and climate change? Forget about it!

But most importantly, Michelle helped me see that ALL lives matter

Michelle is very involved in her community

Why, just yesterday, we handed out boxes

Full of bootstraps to the poor

I gave my Birkenstocks

To Bernie Sanders…

Michelle says that nothing turns her on more than a man who wears crocs

And I am embarrassed to admit this….

I would only tell you, Diary

But She’s really into **** ***

Michelle says it’s not ****** if it’s a man and a woman

And with her husband’s gay conversion camps, she would know

Come to think of it,

Nothing is a sin for a Republican

As long as you don’t get caught

So, there you have it, I have abandoned my socialist and Jewish roots

Do I have regrets?

Well, maybe sometimes,

When Michelle talks about cutting veterans benefits

For a fleeting moment I recall how it felt

To take care of each other and to love people unconditionally

But then I think I sound like ******* flake

Twirling crystals and prisms or some stupid ****

I do like the idea of legalizing marijuana, though

But my change of heart and this whole Donald Trump thing is not my fault,

There are a limited number of seats open on this love train

I mean…

let’s be real, ok? Americans want epic battles and

Dad never smites people anymore,

Whatever happened to a good old fashioned smiting?

The way I see it, as long as Michelle doesn’t figure out that I am not white,

She and I are golden.

Anyway, thanks for listening diary,

I gotta go…Michelle and I are getting matching Jesus fish tattoos

I know, the irony, right?

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written for a "dear diary" poetry slam

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