Jesus is pounding on the bathroom door
“Hurry the **** up dude, I need to go.”
I tell Jesus to stop being a little *****
as I hold the door open for him - smirking
Jesus goes in there
and I can tell he really had to go
by the thunderous sound
of a waterfall battering the earth,
and the smell of holy water -
Jesus must be pretty well hung
He emerges and walks over to the coffee table
beginning to pack small pinches of ****
into the **** which we hide behind the sofa
and it ***** getting high with Jesus
just one self-righteous rant after another
and the old stigmata story
yaddahyaddahyaddah
but Jesus knows a Puerto Rican
by the name of C C
who gets some of the best stuff around
and me and Jesus - we smoke
and Jesus runs the tap in the sink
changing it all into wine
and we drink his blood
until our lips are stained and our voices loud
“It’s a real ****** having had to die for your sins, y’know?
because it seems that you all live for your sins.”
He says as he fishes a twenty out of his beard
and gives C C a call