I am trying to find an artful way
to say
this soft and squishy truth.
I saw a candle with
a ginger haired
Jesus on it he
looked like a guy I used to
do construction with
one time we went to a strip
club after work he
was sure this girl really liked him
whatever he got so wasted
he ended up sleeping with his head on
my dashboard
breathing out all his paycheck
in a vodka haze
he was a big square headed dude
That Jesus candle was looking up
at me telling me about how
you can be willing to do any thing
for a fake ass bitch and she
won't give a fuck about you
I spent all my money
and didn't even get a handjob
you would do any thing for that fake ass bitch
like being tortured and humiliated and
you know those Romans would rape a motherfucker
for a quarter
I thought about Jesus and
how he got treated for all
us fake ass bitches
dogged out by lesser men
and nailed to a fucking cross like
the worst piece shit ever
without even one kindness except
the final thrust
by a guy who just wanted to
end his shift
I was looking for air freshener
and got ambushed by a feeling
and no one saw my crying
and if they did,
they would think me
crazy or religious
World without end
forever and ever
half off.
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