Wow yourself with Christine! This is no Whisper… this is the Roar!
Mother Mary
the sinners pray to me
asking me to forgive
their transgressions
their sins
as though I am holy
consecrated by the fire
washed clean in the blood
But Jesus and I never
ran in the same crowd
we didn’t pass a bottle of cheap
schnapps while parked in the Catholic cemetery
shooting the shit in a rusty Chevy Nova
making out under small town stars
I never found god in the cardboard wafer
placed upon my tongue
by priests with too-tight white collars
who looked down on me
called me illegitimate
offspring of a whore
audacious enough
to marry a divorced Presbyterian
their own vices
alcoholism
adultery
lust
throwing the first stone
gossiped openly about in the parking lot after Mass
do what I say, not as I do hypocrisy
still ringing in my ears as clearly as the amens
and halleluiahs
Don’t come looking to me
for…
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