• dethdroogie 23w

    The Virgin Mark

    Thy lord came to me,
    Laying back in my lazy boy.
    Beer in hand,
    The sabbath of bowl football.
    ''You shall bare me a son.''
    ''The son of God!''
    My lips slowly parting,
    Onion breath slowly passing.
    ''Me, Lord?''
    ''Yes, you Mary.''
    ''Oh, I'm not Mary Lord, she lives down the street.''
    ''Oh shit, I'm sorry my son, carry on. ''
    A smile, so slight.
    Sinking back into comfort.
    Sipping on delight,
    Thinking to myself,
    It could have been me.