St. Paul drank turpentine, no ice.
Every flammable drop gave those
holy golden showers; surreal salvation.
Saul was heavenly pissed
off at the credit card
consolidations he
was splashed with
after Temple,
stating it was ruined
by the hands of Judas's
Get-Rich-Quick Scheme:
a wetly inconsistent and phallical
plan at winning cribbage
before brunch. |