Ceremonial Copulation

The pews are full

Of Sunday-morning-saints,

Front to back,

Just a bunch

Of sharp-dressed-sinners

If we’re purely stating the facts.

 

Row upon row

Of right-wing-rifle-toting

Rightousness--

Rearin’ to go,

Repenting.

 

Yet again,

Turn in your hymnal to 343

As Paula plays

On piano,

That same god damn song

she does every week.

 

The aisle is clear

For two holy men:

Paul is hungover;

(he loves his gin)

He distributes the blood

of our father.

 

Jonah is fighting one

hell of a boner;

(he remembers

getting sucked off

by the preachers daughter)

He brings us the broken

body of christ.

 

Two holy men

Parade down the aisle,

Reminding us all

We’ll never be worthy.

Partaking in some

Patriarchal

Symbolic

Ceremonial

bullshit.

 

The church is full,

Pulpit & all,

Of hypocrites

With hard ons

For half-assed sermons

In the spirit of

Holy communion.

All showing up

just to Jerk off

To town gossip

Translated into

Passive aggressive prayers.

 

 

All is forgiven;

They cum for jesus.