-- Cuntrition really
Youre gonna say that
to
me
he wasnt exactly sure where
he went off the rails as they talked he
and she
but since He kept trying to butt in work inside him with His elbow and shoulder
he got more than a little
exasperated
-- Back off muthafucker
-- Excuse me
-- Not you Him
he
tossed a thumb stuck out of his fist to his left pointing it at the side of His face
Im
tellin Him Back off before we come to fisticuffs
I
care less one way or the other
-- What are you talkin about Hes the Son of God
-- And Im the Son of Bob Grew up in Chitown
Ya wanna eat concrete Buddy youre dancin with the right guy
-- Youre threatening Christ
-- If He wants to be pushy and rude Hell get treated like Id treat some guy comin
out
of a corner tavern full of piss an vinegar an a chip on his shoulder
By
me rude deserves rude
You make exceptions
-- Hes Christ
-- And Im Joe An average Joe
Average because everyones my equal No exceptions
Line
forms up single file
You
know its forming you arrive early otherwise to the end of the line
Thats fair
Thats a fair return against no investment
So Christ
To the end of the line
-- Okay Fine But amid your flailing youve obscured havent you
your cuntrition
remark pointed at me
Because
Im a . . .
-- No
I
didnt say that dont
put words in my mouth
Its the ragging you and your
sisters put on each other over your pasta sauces
Youre so freakin critical
of your sauces and theyre so very
different Different
But differents not better not better than the others
Theyre obliged by their palates
and theyre individual if you would creative statements
Like Arts different
and accorded to the tastes
that create and or invent them
Make no mistake I find your sauce tastes best But your sauce merges with my palate
and
sensibilities We like it spicy and
tomatoey chucks not puréed
Your sisters sauces are delicious
in their own right But hands down I
prefer yours over
theirs every time
When
were invited over to their places were
eatin theirs You wouldnt dare show up
with your sauce anymore than theyd show at our place with theirs
So imperfect cuntritions
versus
the perfect contrition to God for His perfection
Ya dig
-- And so
whats Christ got to do with anything
-- He frankly favors yours over your sisters
too
But
the guys got no idea how to finesse women
and tougher yet sisters
I
wouldnt want your five sisters fallin on my back when eventually Id have to
turn it to
them
Hes got to know a crown of thorns and a crucifixion is childs play in
comparison
Freakin dagos
Cuntrition
-- Where you come up with this stuff
-- I take my cues from you babe
Youre my fountain of refreshment
I
am replete
2343, Saturday,
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