Push-Ups For Jesus: Part Iii
johnny felt he had to make a stand if
he was ever gonna get to see his man
with the plan + so one morning he got up
& oiled himself down (after relieving
himself to his favorite movie) then
gone in his living room he started his
non-stop push-up-fest (gonna exert
exert exert that damn demon away)
n’ he felt he would make it all make
a difference.
down to the ground with the tip of his
nose & then back up again, with each
push he told himself “get back thee
satan! get back thee! leave me! leave
me!” & his arms became harmed by the
hours upon hours of exertion & further
hallucinations because you see when
you don’t eat n’ you don’t sleep n’
you don’t do anything but push-ups for
jesus you die doing push-ups for jesus.
needless to say the savior never came
& when the police showed up a few
days later they found the lone holy
masturbator laying face down in his
living room reeking of oil & piety.
Copyright © Andrew Delapruch | Year Posted 2011
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