Lot pounded     on my door;
it was late &  I lit the lamp;
I could smell the  fire miles
away; I opened it  onto him
standing there naked  w/ my
two **** nieces & they're      both
naked - so, I said, 'u better  come
inside before the
bulls get the wrong idea;
'yeh, yeh,' he says; 'they
burned my place down,'  
where's Mary?' I say, meaning
my sister -'uh, she turned to salt,'
he stammers; 'Come again?'
'I-I don't wanna talk about it,'
he says, shaking & I hand him
a stem from the hookah; 'relax,
take it slow, my brother,   tell me,'
   I was saying, kind of mellow
& I see in the lamp's flicker
the two wild-eyed teenagers
sizing me up,   Lot hit the pipe
& his head became ringed w/
the heavenly essential hash oil
smoking like a burning city;
turning, I said to the girls; 'u're
old man's all shook up, why don't
u tell me what went down?' they
sidled closer to me reeking of
sweat & hormones; 'Two strange
men came home w/ father; I think
they were wearing some kind of
uniforms! They were all in white!'
'...& they had weapons like no one
has except maybe Elijah!    They shot
bolts of lightning & sent everyone
into a blind panic; that's when the fire
started falling,' - 'whoa,' I said, 'I
need a drink for this one - u
girls old enough to drink  wine?'
I asked politely; Lot didn't care;
he was in love with the Goddess
of Sativa; 'I'm thirteen!' said the
little pudgy one, 'I'm fifteen!'
hurried the older, big-***** one;
'Fire from the sky, u say?'  I said,
bringing the girls each a bowl of
wine; 'We were running! the whole
city was going up! The two men
led us past the city gate;    Dad said
u lived in Zoara,   so they brought
us here,' finished the 'little' one; I grew
suspicious;   'they dropped u here?'
'yeh, but, I'm sure everyone's been
killed for miles around!' 'maybe
everybody in the world has been killed
off by the almighty wrath of god!'
fifteen panicked, 'We've got to-to-
repopulate the earth all by ourselves!'
the girls squealed; I tried to see through
the haze, 'y'hear that, Lot?  ur kids want
to...,' Zz 'Guess he's out,' I said,  sipping
my wine; their eyes sparkled w/ the fading
lamp; 'That makes u the only man alive!'
as they were jumping me, spilling my wine,
I said, 'what about the guys that brought u?'
'Oh, those guys?' said the big one  climbing
on top, 'don't worry about them.   We think
they're *******.' 'I thought everybody in
***** was a,' I didn't finish my sentence
before the little one planted her hairy Hebrew
**** right on my face; I guessed I was
going to repopulate world; needless to say,
when the Holy Fathers read this account,
they said, 'Who's this *******? A prophet
like John the Baptist, but the other cats
were all, 'if we say he's a prophet, people
will worship him & he's patently a ****,'
'Yeh, but he did give succor to our Father
Lot in his time of need; surely, he was an
instrument of god & a foreshadowing of
our Lord.' He gets Lot ****** & ***** his
two ***** daughters while the old man's
passed out, 'How are we going to make it
sound like a parable?' 'Like Jonah, or Job,'
'so he spends all night drinking &   smoking
w/ two homeless teenage girls ... ' 'Wait,
it says here, come morning he gave Lot
a few talents & told him to hit the road'
'What happened to Lot's two daughters?'  
'Doesn't say; but here, look, it says he wrote
their names down in his book of lost sheep;
that must certainly be the lamb's book of life!'
'By god! That ******* is our Lord!'
            '''The Book of Lot'', it is!'