пятніца, 14 снежня 2007 г.

1.5 The Parable of the Tree

by Father Humour


Jesus baked my heart in butter.
It fell from an apple tree
onto his lap.
He held it and said 'Amen'.

I saw him.
I was there. Hidden in a bush, behind the leaves.

I saw him piss up that tree.
And swallow a crumb from his pocket.

He spoke to the worm
in that apple

I fucking saw him I tell you.

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