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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