The Blasphemous Pussy

There's a church across the street
and every sunday
damned souls come to pray
for their sins
and during the week
AA meetings are held,
those helpless drunks need to pray
for their sobriety.

My eyes
peering through the blinds
watch them come,
watch them go,
completely bored
and saved.

My mouth
opening for a moment,
says they are all fucked,
says they need a wake up call.

Here he comes...

He's big, black, hairy,
and nutless.
He roams the streets
without a care
and makes cars stop
and wait.
He glares, they honk,
he takes his time, licks his ass
until he's goddamn good and ready to cross the street.

He strolls through the lawn
and shits on the cross.
After, he blocks the entrance to the church
and waits
for someone to open the door.

Once he slivers inside,
piss blasts out of his furry cock
and onto the pews.

They kick him out.
They kick him out again and again.
He's a reject of the greatest proportion
and doesn't care.

That's why
there will always be a bowl of cat food
on my front porch
for you,
my good friend.