Jesus Was A Chair

Jesus was a chair
that no one sat upon
in honor of the special guest
who never arrives

when the appetizers had been served
our heads were on anything but art
as we all waited in anticipation
for our bloody feast to begin

after the main course had been served
our cocks were on anything but sex
as we all gnashed our teeth
into each others' skin

and when dessert was finally over
our feet were on anything but God
as we all hurried to the parlor
to pick our bleeding gums

meanwhile back in the dining room
all the butlers and the maids
were clearing the linen and silverware
from the mess we had made

and as for our special guest
he still has not arrived
his seat still sits quite empty
watching over our meal's
skeletal remains


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