Thursday

Mass!

While you were busy unbathing
In the dangerous mainstream

Our highly original decimal system
Was quietly decimated

When the dollar sun had a contraction
And unleashed a sea of bloody placenta.

Hark! It parts!
Who's coming!!

Oh, just regular old ProChrist,
Son of St. Joseph Several-Beers,
Raising his arms just high enough
To get himself crucified.

3 comments:

GinHell said...
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GinHell said...

Sonic Cram!

My dewey decible system
-- deafening.

Sonic Grams!

Teeter on a Ram-shackled Distress, youth.

Sonic Bloom!

Your precious psychoacoustics won't help you know, 'splainer!

Chronic Span!

Charlee Bongswill said...

I love you so much I just want to rape you right here right in front of everyone