an old poem--
First Revelation
At school they beat me up, a skinny fart
Who'd shit his pants and tried to hide the turds
Inside his desk, and even worse, was smart.
No good with feet or fists, I fought with words --
And magic words were what I found at church.
I still remember how to change the wine
To blood, know the words to make God search
My soul for sin or cast demons from swine.
Most magical of all, I learned that girls
At church would listen to the words I made
With loosening hearts and thighs and give me pearls
Of great price, thinking it to be fair trade.
God knows I was a wicked boy. A beast.
And I decided to become a priest.
9:47:38 PM
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