Easter 2024
Well, another Easter’s upon us and Christ has not shown up not come back all grown up looking like a filfy sweet Adonis or to jadesnipe or to warn us or to finally fess, own up: the Grail was a bone cup brimfilled to taunt us Mmm, there’s gonna be hell to pay presidents naked without warning in the Dylanesque jangled morning 8-eyed antichrist coming at us, Olé! the good ol transubstantiation may be brownbagged to bums full of lorning Dylan said, he not busy with aborning… listen to the skid row jukebox play
Aye, may the Abrahmics have a grudge match in a cage to celebrate death to once and for all or go to brackets, a final four, we’ll throw in Confuscian reigns me belly full dem hungry Buddhists and universal father loving Freud rollerball, remember james “trash” caan or the WWF god as bruno sammartino go ahead, you fuck with Him: I’m outta here opiumheimer big bang boom bye bye, ma’am Yes, there’s a full black moon in what’s left of the sky or else angela’s afro is in me eye at least onions still make me cry you can be a panpsychist, if you try No god anywhere, just goons with capes made from black flags with illiterate scribbles liars crying ‘honestly’ and squeezing their pibbles maybe Jesus breaking bad spraying not saying cheap japes This easter be sure to wash your hands thrice and have on hand a bucket of pink bubbly ice.