The whole downfall of mankind didn’t start with the creation of adam and eve,
the birth of the serpent,
or with that bite of divine fruit...
Rather it began on some supposed Christmas night
in a lowly fucking stable
when an overweight cow became a little jealous
of the fact that the product of God’s date rape borrowed her manger.
Oh great demons of Lucifer!
Hell’s unbridled fury and a thousand curses be upon any who dare interrupt her way of life...
Bovine Betsy made a game out of stalking the growing messiah...
She pretended to care,
to understand all the burdens a carpenter/teacher/fisher/savior of men
had to stomach...
Nosing his hand in the bleak midwinter night as if to say
“Hey, bitter boy with a broken heart and dying soul, I care...”
but in reality all she wanted was a ton of hay, a bushel of apples,
and retribution.
It was *her* stable after all
and he was quite the uninvited guest
He simply didn’t play by the rules.
Grand Moo Number One: Ye shall have no other cows before me
Grand Moo Number Two: Ye shall allow me to graze freely; break hearts wide open, and fuck you in the end.
Grand Moo Number Three: Ye shall always *always* ALWAYS take me back without a second thought of hesitation...
Or did he?
Why yes, yes he did.
But see, not in the way this milkmaid of vice
desired...
It was *her* fucking stable...*her* fucking manger.
He crawled into it...
She never begged beseeched pleaded or asked him to...
He was the uninvited guest.
Was was was was!
She is the victim...
Can’t you see that?
Victim victim victim victim!
Why is the world oh so stubborn?
But none of this really matters...
And she did get way in the end.
Gleaming eyes
wheezing laugher
pounding of flabby thighs
swishing of forked tail...
As she followed his every step to Golgotha
bearing his cross of broken dreams...
crying tears of tainted gold
his brow adorned with a crown
of beanie baby monkeys... |
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