And it came to pass as Jesus sat at meat in the house
Behold yes I believe
many publicans and sinners came and sat down
with him and his disciples and when the Pharisees saw it they said unto his
disciples.
Why does your Master continue to eat with publicans and sinners
But
when Jesus heard that he said unto them
they that be whole need, not a physician
But they that are sick
But go learn continually what this mean!
KJV-
Matthew9-13
Most dastardly
Executive Majesty,
we serve at your pique pleasure
obsequiously so
Yea, Darth Lord,
we be the surreptitious, servile ones:
Leper skin publicans, publicly hiss reviled
Tonsil rear ends torqued low
is our mealy-mouth status quo
We’re liquored up lap dogs
Always lip bent overly yours
Tongue rolls of surfeit flattery,
buttery tones of praise gluttony piled on
Nay, Imperial Vader,
we echo only your strident, bellyaching growls
from our sphincter pie holes
Boast bastardly
King El Presidente,
and we cower at your cheek displeasure
ingratiatingly so
Our speech undignified,
flesh market wench pride
was thirty silver pieces sold
minus six-feet degrees below
Aye, Commander-in-Chief Bellow Nero ...
Imp patient Sanballast ground zero,
your every atomic jinn wish gets grovel granted
We bow mice-men be the fawn minion pagan pawn devotees,
submissively submitting to such spittle humiliation willingly
Ever always lip bent overly yours
20 nods and 20 winks,
it’s all smoke-and-mirrors
me lazy bones think
Swampy eye creatures
say dey got a thousand-dollar discount
sofa solution
And dey gon put me
on a ten-dollar monthly lay-away plan
This 20/20 optical illusion
be straight up sewer smell talking
Old-timey lip confusion,
king crab style slug moon-walking
Dem gator jaw creatures
say dey gon make jobs be penny plenty
Telling dat to a son of a slave,
is bat-crazy
spit
flying out of a man-hole cave
Giving work to somebody in chains,
sho’ do a lot of overhead save
This 20/20 optical illusion,
it got a downright awful toilet smell
Dem publicans ... croc smiling,
all gon be flushed up da river to jail
Every 20/20 lying double vision,
sticky fingers and scaly toes ... swampy sin puppet
twins be flushed down da pit to hell
You got get-rich-quick dreams
dancing in your pillow head
Put a dollar or ten into the Lepercaun winners pot,
and magically enlarge
the government coffers a whole lot
That’s right ... exactly,
fatten the pockets of those swamp gator publicans
you love to hate
But one lucky lottery tool
is gonna get
an elevated, graduated tax rate
One out of ten million,
those odds don’t ghetto calculate too great
Half a billionth of a decimal from zero
You gotta dig so deep
with the open sesame,
lightning’s-gon-strike-me dull blade
to find the buried treasure
of Sierra Madre
Fantasy Island invasion
by another fugazi AU
gambling-without-a-parachute fool
So many rigged cash worms
on the hook of a lottery tool
Go get your carny, free-money giveaway fisherman soak,
as you watch the numbered balls tumble and turn
Place another dollar or ten on the next spin,
those empty lint pockets seem to never ever learn
Sharp loser rebuke given to a dull lottery tool ...
instant gratification deflation —
Leaves you with a million ways to cry the blues
Sinners, Publicans – Pharisees, Scribes
Unto neither of these could I ever subscribe
For I read of both groups in the scriptures each day,
And both make me feel to exclaim when I pray,
“God, I thank thee, that I’m not as other men are,
Like those sinners and publicans - God keep me far
From their damnable words and their damnable deeds,
And more so than this – Oh God, keep me free
From those gosh awful Pharisees - they above all
Are the worst kind of folks who are destined to fall.
But rather God keep apart from these men
And I promise that things will go on as they’ve been
Fasting two times a week, paying tithes of my gain
Doing all that I do, but I need not explain
For Thou knowest all this, and the time has come when
I must wrap this prayer up, and close with amen”
No, I’ll never be like anyone from those tribes
Not like Sinners and Publicans, Pharisees, Scribes
For I’m nothing like they. No, my time is well spent
Me, a just soul who has no need to repent
Reference:
Luke 18: 10-14
Luke 15:7