Sermon From Under the Earth
blessed are the fools
who call themselves fools
for others will call them wise
blessed are those who cry out to the world with stammering tongues
crouching aching and sweating
over endless lines of gibberish that fall like drum beats from the tips of their frantic pens
for they will be called Earnest
blessed are the ones who suffer withdrawals
dope-sick
shaking and sweating
desperate for a drink or a fix
for I will make them High indeed!
blessed are the sexual "deviants"
cast away by the "holy" as unclean
for they know that no man or woman may call unclean
anything that God has declared clean
Blessed are those who shake their fists in rage
at the heavens, cursing them
for they will dance in the pouring rain
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