Soggy Bible Class

Who will you be tomorrow
the born again bug bite asked
Are you more than raindrops
drenching a desert heart
More than the silence of birds
in an agony of frozen sky
More than the poorest mortal star fading
while the moon spills the last of its blood
and a handful of mourners cry?

It had taken a long time
to work her panties off
then down on to the floor
so I just nodded
and kicked them into a corner
like I didn't know shit

Could you be more than
some lost explorer
hacking a desperate path
through a jungle of sorrow
chasing horizons molded from hell
towards a terrible fate
all of us can foresee?

My tongue was busy
so I couldn't answer that one
but there was only one jungle
that interested me
I worked slowly
taming the mountains
leaving my mark on the peaks
dropped gently down
to the source of the river
and from then on it was plain Jane sailing
surfing in the pink
on the good ship lollipop

But still she wouldn't stop
obsessively harping the halo
even when I blew
the hottest hymn I knew
rolling her eyes at redemption
while her bean looked fit to burst

Will you be dust
or seek a glorious new peace
embracing eternity on shining wings
If your only desire in life
is the freedom to choose
how will you find truth?

All that poetic-religious bull
almost put me off
but amen and pardon me God
one big push
and I thrust myself
right on up into heaven anyway
finished by slapping her ass
with the Bible she'd dropped
Somehow the cover got wet
and she never preached much after that
which may have been a miracle
in itself