Can I get one,
That's
a snug fit,
In
your 'No nails' range,
Now
I think of it!
Have
you got something in red?
Dull
brown's just not me,
Got
to think how it looks;
This
“Christianity”,
What
about padding?
It
seems quite rough,
And
I don't want to get splinters,
If
I'm going to be in the buff,
Also,
can I wear clothes?
Or
I'm going to look silly
Out
on display,
And
sometimes it's chilly,
Although
Jesus pulls it off,
In
the book,
For
the rest of us, you'll concede,
Not
a flattering look,
And
can I take one,
With
slightly less jeerers?
It can't have escaped your notice,
I
am hardly fearless,
Besides,
I
am quite sensitive,
And
I would rather,
Live
and let live,
And
must I “take it up”,
All
of the time?
Could
I not work shifts,
Say
five to nine?
(Till
ten past nine)
I'll
do the time,
Fifteen
minutes,
Of
fame on the cross,
Wait
till I tell them,
Back
at Martyrs-are-us,
Oh
and by the way,
I hope you
don't expect me to actually die,
But If
called upon, I can perform,
A
convincing cry,
Surely
that will suffice,
There
is no need,
For
real sacrifice...
(20/06/2012)
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