"My Encounter," (With a Spiritual Man).

I've shook hands with, "Yeshua," and sat down  
to hear about the things that He spoke of
And it's true, His words were kind and gentle
But the things that He spoke of were concise
and to adhere to, not simple
 
He talked about purity of heart and cleaning-up
your act as a start
Said that one should get rid of all impurities
and to live a life of simplicity and yea by the
way, you could no longer do what you wanted to
For yours would become a life that's lived at a
higher price, filled with purpose and no pride
 
The gist sounded cool and reasonable enough
because all of the things that He taught were
decent things to strive for in this life
Things that were noble and self-reciprocating
so that you would be repaid even if you fully
gave yourself away
 
So I pondered and I mulled and there was a little
while where I had a sleepless night or two
But in the end I could not relent from the things
that I really liked to do
Like giving myself to to much wine; "Dionysus," has
my back on that one  
And endless days and nights of
raunchy sex; hey that's where I got my pen-name,
the God of sex himself: horny Pan
Blood-lust cause I enjoy watching, "U.F.C," as they  
beat each other to a pulp and not to mention if
someone draws first-blood, I'm definitely not
turning the other cheek; fuck no, that bitch is  
getting beat
 
And not to mention sundry other things, that He
calls, "Sins," but I don't really think about that way
And un-paralleling reasons between He and I that
don't make our lives, "Fung-shui,"
 
So I just shook His hand and said, "Have a Good Day."
And He turned and disappeared, as clear as day