A letter from a fat man arrived
Stated I had until five
Five o’clock or by the fifth finger?
This place is such a riot
My pool sticks don’t even show any abuse
And the horses aren’t even kicking up dirt
Definitely not going to enter the church
Haven’t a valid prayer in the works
Upon entering,
The place would go up in a blaze
Priests would be cussing
Nuns would be fucking the virgins
And the holy water would turn to acid
By now its two and I’m hungry
Beer and eggs
Cartoons and a harpoon stuck in my back
I can’t go anywhere
Time for an angry nap
Only to awake to a livid crowd
