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When The Holy See, They Won't See Thee (nor Me)
black blowed burrowin' / don't fget yr Dada's data / might come about
handy when the mission bell sucks'way (of the wind....like my passion'plays
never mattered [on] me when finally I lay way
d o w n
and spun me'self
headward ), (all ass and el'bows)
the day, all bettered and beaten by the monied interests for blessed oil
beneath sands / the alleyways in back behind Calvary where old men
have shivered and shit themselves for ages waiting for the Stigmata Man
to cut through
the thick of gates which
bar all manner
of that kind of
human vermin who cast the finest stains on glass
hoping to win some cyanide shower
where The Demon King
plays wit blood, wit papal
sacrament,
watching clergy pull thee altar boys'
virginal dickie things
' hoping to catch that
first spurt
of Xtian squirt,
dribble down,
a trickling for prosperity cumming to a Vatican vacancy right in our
neighborhood, in my home town,
in yOur world
for sweet Heaven's sake,
& a tripling of The Trinity...........
Aye! men!......a'men
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