Like good Christians we go to church

Like good Christians we go to church

Like good Catholics we go to Mass

Like our Savior we offer our bodies

Natural and crass

 

We take our herbal remedies-We put on our armor

That we may withstand

The Devil and its minions

That have been ravaging our land

 

His rod and his staff they comfort me

As he reminds me to relax

Oh holy night-this sacred head

Brought pleasure to me fast

 

His pusod

Is a chasm that is deep

As I finger it-sap

My staff excretes

 

Upon our altar

He says, "My Jesus is Black

I respond, "My Jesus is Yellow"

The beauty of our act

 

Then I comfort

Relaxed-he remains

And contently silent

I hope he is pleased- that is my aim

 

He quotes Song of Solomon

"Set me as a seal upon thine heart"

I respond

"Not even death will keep us apart"

 

He anoints me with a kiss

And I do the same

My cup runneth over

For the kiss bears his name

 

"Dona nobis pacem"

We say three times

To conclude the service

And go on with our lives

This poem is about: 
Me

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