I met Jesus on the side of the highway
Sporting a bit of road rash,
having been unceremoniously
dumped from a moving car;
people get nervous when you
claim you're the son of God.
Wearing a loincloth didn't help,
nor did his insistance on bringing
his cross along. They said the
extra weight slowed the car down.
I walked beside him for a little while,
then found he really cramped my style
with the colorful rooster he had on his
shoulder; Cadillacs laughing as they splashed
on by, three before the bird crowed thrice.
And I asked him what he was doing
here; he told me that Buddha had
another engagement and he was just
taking his place. (Gods do that for one
another from time to time, I guess).
Though I knew then that I was supposed to kill him, I decided
to tell him to take his cross, his cock and get the Hell out of here.
I figured Jesus had enough problems....
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