By Joseph M. Gant
The billboard said, "Jesus is coming soon."
- Not too many hookers I know could pull that off -
but that son-of-a-bitch had best show his face.
He broke my favorite lighter; stole my last push, and
we've now debts to settle, he and I. And I just need
to know exactly how that fiend finds time
to visit us, this world spinning 'round with apathy
when the Universe is full of true redeemers -
Such that never heard his name, nor cared what side
of the cross he played, that never cared for the spelling
of his god forsaken name -
They deserve apt his attention more,
and so my push is lost to a likely better cause.
But I want it back nonetheless; I'll need it
since he ain't coming 'round this way a while.