Searching for Stigmata

The father was a fascist

The mother was a nun

If you need to know the difference

You have never met the son

When the folks would get together

Why they beat that kid for fun

 

Some still swear his name is Jesus

That’s what the father said

The mother called him What-The-Fuck

‘Fore she’d slap him in the head

But the name tattooed upon his neck

Was Better-Off-Dead

 

Now sometimes he lies awake in bed

And strikes a Christ-like pose

He’s awaiting absolution

And wriggling his toes

Searching for stigmata

Praying they don’t grow

 

No he don’t hunger for religion

Nor will he serve the Heavenly Host

For he would never eat the Lamb of God

Nor drink the Holy Ghost

“Le Sacre Coeur, je suis, je suis!

No pain is worth that cost!”

 

Sometimes he lies awake in bed

And strikes a Christ-like pose

He’s awaiting absolution

And wriggling his toes

Searching for stigmata

Praying they don’t grow

 

 

Thomas Hubbard  (7/8/2010)

 

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