Sack Lunch Jesus

 

 

It was time to feed the five thousand

so I brought my little lunch sack to Jesus.

His eyes were hurt

when he looked inside

and instead of fish sandwiches

he found dried excrement

at the bottom of my brown depravity.

"I'm sorry, Lord.

I'm not trying to mock you.

It's all they ever give me to eat."

 

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