and the nuns implored prayers for the alcoholics, i sat there thinking: honey bunnies. work your magic! i'm here for the taking to be lead onto the path of enlightenment and, providence! work your prayer-magic you foxy babes! 9 out 10 would climb off that penitent masochistic symbol and slurp up the sweat of don giovanni on a wink's notice; nietzsche was right, the germans would inherit christianity, enforce it... if ever a more masochistic religion arrived... it wouldn't, it's already gymnastics 2 point oh; i still can't believe northerners are buying this judeo-greco self-hate *******.

all it takes is a mere thought -
   the source of vocabulary -
evidently not a bypass toward
intellect -
     all it takes is a mere thought -
the ought i, or the i ought not -
i'll think about *it -
but i will not be the one
ridiculously gesticulating my way
from beyond the grave -
a mere thought compliments
a deity -
         lunatic gesticulations of
prayer only feed the vanity -
that suckles on the **** of a grand,
void.
          yet again, it's quiet entertaining
watching this en masse lunacy -
not so entertaining when you're
armed with a litre of *****,
headphones and an array of
pseudo-inanimate and inanimate
objects to peer at...
nonetheless...
who needs sports,
  when you have this gluttonous
chunk of bodies
praying before or to god knows
what...
might as well be reading braille -
or deciphering hieroglyphics;
the russians are the most absurd -
they still have the old system of
the priest facing the altar:
*** glow showing to the penitent
crowd...
and a terrible sin it is, in russian
orthodoxy, to actually sit on
the church floor listening to
the singing choir...
             in poland the catholic
creed is a satanic murmur worth
the mumbling mantra -
but, mind you,
   i did step into church at christmas
with a cheeky bottle of *****...
  wine's ***** liquor...
               and had me entertaining
some kids culminating in smiles
and giggles.