Drugstore Jesus
he fills the bottles slowly
no need for miracles
prescription drugs
save the soul
wash away the sins
with a glass of water
take two and call me
tomorrow
the pain of the world
written on paper
prayers answered
little purple pills
the people’s god
rattle in plastic containers
they stand in line
waiting their turn
giving their money
to drugstore jesus
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