Imaculating Wit The Virgin Holy Mother of God and Her Band

 


Momma, momma, quit climbing up
that cross. Y'll get splinters in yr finger nails
(and nails for your delicate handy fingers).

( This Fat Angel really knows how to turn a word, eh?)
("He will bring happiness in the pipe, and fly away on a silver bike") **
High, hi,hi, higher comes what Heaven is due, Blessed Mother.

It is known by I that this may not be the truth of True Devotion.
Mother, mother maybe devotion has defeated us all.
It coulda been in the stars and completely overlooked by stargazers of every ilk.

Too few know what to say when they pray, except to pray for the freshest
                                  high-tech shit in the holy marketplace.

                             Who is to say that is only a limpid Canon Law,
                                           ( impotent though it be.)


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**from "The Fat Angel", circa 1965. By Donovan Leitch