Saint Louis Blues
‘You’d better show up’, you said, ‘it’s my birthday’
And here I am slicing zucchinis for my room and board
from Ash Wednesday to Maundy Thursday
Its just another day in the year of our lord
By the time I swung by
you were up to your ass in orison
and then perhaps you were just up to the thigh
of the girl you told you were Jim Morrison
I had no reason to suspect
you gave me the truth in that auricular booth
that losing your religion hurt less,
much less than losing your youth
You said come with me,
i’m going to find the choir where the angels sing
and we’ll bring a Judas tree
Bring what you like, i said. I’ll bring my bling
It was already a quarter past seven
you said we were late and we had to fly
You were aiming for the kingdom of heaven
But I think that you shot a bit too high
The girl at the travel desk smiled, ‘you can get there by walking in ten’
We knocked and we knocked, you said they’re probably smoking crack
I said ‘you idiot, just knock again’
And the voice of god thundered, ‘Cut it out! They’re all out back!’
Jesus beamed, ‘welcome, my children
How was your flight?
I hope you have a pleasant stay
Does anyone have a light?’
Aquinas produced a lighter from one of his pockets
though it took a few tries to get a spark
Christ inhaled and his eyes sank deep in their sockets
as he stared silently at the dark
‘why do men still suffer?
I say to you, there’s neither reason nor rhyme
‘with every moment that goes by, the world becomes a little bit rougher’
Augustine popped out his head, ‘Anyone know what’s the bloody time?’
Origen had it and he gave it to August
Read from a digital watch he got in Niagara Falls
And Origen said, ‘but there’s more and I need to be honest’.
Jerome fired back, ‘You don’t have the balls.’
Origen read Auggie the seconds that passed
then turned on Jerome, ‘thou art a wretched loner.
To study His word with my sails at half mast
is far superior to thy perpetual boner’
Francis silently drifted in and took a seat
emaciated from the heat and from hunger
On his shoulder an albino canary, and a deaf cat at his feet
Salvation may be near but dinner takes a little bit longer
‘fray not, I beseech you’ he said with concern in his eyes
his plea echoing about the twilit garden
None dared ignore his deep, disappointed sighs
One by one they all begged his pardon
and slowly sifting in among the penitent
was the sweet aroma of meatballs and spaghetti
Summoning the saint, the Eunuch, The Lord and the mendicant
at long last, supper was ready.
I love this
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I hear ya about sound engineering I hear ya about aspiratinos. Sounds like you got some cool background and skills and hopes. I’m not really emotional, but cool, you know 🙂 Nice about finding a good girl. I think a girl could do that for me too.
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