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Do you have a hard time... (Free verse) by <{Baba^Yaga}>
Walking around with
Jesus that far up your ass?
He was a black man.
Jesus was a black man.
God is a Chinese fortune cookie
with three legs and a
deep fried egg roll.
I have no feeling left
in my toes since we've
been dancing.
Your Mother's name is Mary.
What if I fucked her?
What if I fucked your mother
with a gravy spoon and 500
lbs. of salty justice.
What If I told you that when
me and Jesus were little,
and I dropped his shorts
in Gym class, he saved
my sole with love.
Tomorrow, for breakfast,
I will eat another thousand Christian
thieves with one swing of my tongue.
Where is your David
Show me your Champion,
and I will show you
my ugly warm cucumber,
and we'll tango at
room temperature.
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