Johny Christ, the hitman-turned-messiah, Conferred Death Painless with his barehands His ads were passed on secretly And invalids formed his early clientele The depressed, the spurned and the real thinking folks, All awakened to Nirvana Call, called him He left no trace, and the deaths looked natural Death Painless- quiet as breathing His popsicle-*******, while administering, kept the people guessing Where his powers came from
Johny Christ was not without his own share of Temptations- he fought, for example, The urge to Save the roly-poly kid Who was clumsy with his hands and Stood over the dropped food and Looked clueless about life