he's not in the clouds the ketchup on my bun or the smashed
he's not in the clouds the ketchup on my bun or the smashed
Undoubtedly someone will be offended by this. This is a satire on those numerous sightings of Jesus in peculiar objects, taken to a new level or low. I revere Jesus Christ. This is not about Him.
he's not in the clouds the ketchup on my bun or the smashed twinkie on the floor
i saw Jesus the other morning
and he ain't white
i got up
from the toilet
and there he was
right under my nose
brown as he could be
just floating there
like he was on the Sea of Galilee
the holy spirit
holding him up
on the toilet water
it's a miracle
his face was beautiful
little fissures in the shit
were on his wrists
not the palms
so i knew it wasn't fake
or my imagination
now every time i get up
i look to see if he's there
nothin'
i tried to remember what i ate
before he appeared
i know there was a chunk
of pimento
right where they jabbed a lance
i've tried everything
with no results
oh i'm goin'
mountains of it
i took laxatives
ate lots of prunes and oatmeal
the more chances of seein' him again
i'll never forget
the look on his face
when i lifted my ass off the throne
he's not in the clouds the ketchup on my bun or the smashed twinkie on the floor
i saw Jesus the other morning
and he ain't white
i got up
from the toilet
and there he was
right under my nose
brown as he could be
just floating there
like he was on the Sea of Galilee
the holy spirit
holding him up
on the toilet water
it's a miracle
his face was beautiful
little fissures in the shit
were on his wrists
not the palms
so i knew it wasn't fake
or my imagination
now every time i get up
i look to see if he's there
nothin'
i tried to remember what i ate
before he appeared
i know there was a chunk
of pimento
right where they jabbed a lance
i've tried everything
with no results
oh i'm goin'
mountains of it
i took laxatives
ate lots of prunes and oatmeal
the more chances of seein' him again
i'll never forget
the look on his face
when i lifted my ass off the throne
Re: he's not in the clouds the ketchup on my bun or the smas
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a crude bad joke repeated and repeated becomes a bore. n'es pas?
bernie
a crude bad joke repeated and repeated becomes a bore. n'es pas?
bernie
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Re: he's not in the clouds the ketchup on my bun or the smas
Infantile.
Designed to annoy, shock, and thumb the nose at decency.
Designed to annoy, shock, and thumb the nose at decency.
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Re: he's not in the clouds the ketchup on my bun or the smas
Billy I see where you're headed. I'm not offended, I just don't think it works very well.
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Re: he's not in the clouds the ketchup on my bun or the smas
Gross, I'm eating breakfast
Re: he's not in the clouds the ketchup on my bun or the smas
I guess you people don't take shits.
“Writing a poem like taking a shit, you smell it and then flush it away… writing is all about leaving behind as much a stink as possible” --Bukowski
“Writing a poem like taking a shit, you smell it and then flush it away… writing is all about leaving behind as much a stink as possible” --Bukowski
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Re: he's not in the clouds the ketchup on my bun or the smas
Intended to bother, stun, and thumb the nose at conventionality. Dissertation Writer UK Billy I see where you're going. I'm not affronted, I simply don't think it works extremely well.
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Re: he's not in the clouds the ketchup on my bun or the smas
Hi Billy,
just now read this, and thought you would like to know that even before reading the quote,
the Buk immediately echoed upon my very first read of the poem.
Not a fan of your poem, yet neither am I offended or affronted.
I meditate, read & write on the commode(far from the maddening crowd) - they become concerned that I might fall asleep & fall off onto the tile floor
How's that for a movement
Michael (MV)