Of her line of bullshit

Of how God was my friend,

Particularly as she kept
Rubbing her body

Against mine while she

Continued in her

Siren song attempt

At my conversion.

I could dig her
Handling my meat

And spreading her legs

In the name of the Lord

But way down deep

I figured she and Jesus

Were just after my weed.

Daniel Irwin is an artist/writer/certified heathen. Frequently writes on the road between naps at the wheel. Work actually published in the US and abroad...nothing in France but who cares.