Sacrilege
Me and
my boy Jesus
hanging in the park
walking on the ponds
drinking fermented water
and raising the dead after dark
When the soldiers come
I don't have the heart
to give the kiss
betrayal
So
Me and
my homie
Muhammad
fly out to Mecca
conquer the tribes
and recite revelations
When Allah calls for smiting
I choose not to submit
lay down my arms
I break the fast
with a feast
of hurled
stones
So
Me and
my ***** Buddha
don't even contemplate
religious pursuits
as we sit
quiet
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