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let's not make more of this than what it is...........what is it?
basically we have a chick who was a god who was hooked on the drugs--Frankincense and Mir....ya remember what the drug dealers aka the 3 wise men brought to the manger ---ie.--3 guys hallucinating carrying dope thru the desert --following a fucking star---woooo-hoooo can you say trippers!
Jesus DoinTricks for Franky & Mir? -------------------------------------------
What if Jesus wasn’t crucified?
Instead he was shot,
cause he tried
to steal some killer Bethlehem Pot
A drug dealer--maybe?
A free spirited healer?
Sent to save me?
And he drove a Cadillac,
not a nice one- but some beat up piece of crap
With a bumper sticker on the back
That said "King Of the Brews"
What if …he wasn’t even a Jew?
And dieing for us never was a gift?
It was because he coveted his neighbor’s wife’s tits
What if he was a chick? Is that O.K?
Who was hooked on Frankincense and Mir?
So, she sucked dick
all freaking day.
Friends couldn’t even make sense of what occurred,
and I probably woulda fucked her-
then of course I cheated-
and then got beat up by her mother.
Her virgin Mother---
Who was a hooker-
And my lover-
and a kick boxing champion—
Hailing from The Holy Land
Mary the Hippy Killer Magdalene.
A Hippy ya can never trust,
Nor did he die for us—
He died cause he was a rat
and spilled his guts
about what went on,
the night Matthew and Mark
saw Luke stick it in John’s butt.
It was nuts.
It was done!
This is now the Gospel according to no-one.
What if Jesus went to Grateful Dead shows and sold patchouli....?
And bong pokers
to the young smokers?—
And pimped out his hippy girlfriend named Julie?
Never trust a hippy!
The bible on trial….
Hung-
Like the Hymn
he hummed to her-
a prayer-
a sheep herder
a sheep fucker
Trusting a hippy?
long hair
sandal wearer
Never!
this poem is my whole mind explained in the nicest way ever possible
its wierd but you have written what i htink of every day not to the exact possiblites but still in the context of what i think of
and if you really think about it its like the twisted bible ...uhmmmmm yeah thats what it is it the things we want to ask or say but have been raised not to draw attention to
i think personally that you have done something brave,poetic,and crazy all at the same time but isnt that what poetry is all about?
oh and by the way the only thing i would think to improve wa the rhyming since you have a steady rythm until half way through