somebody put soul food in my midday fodder spiked me with holy water and pulled my knickers down those bare arse cheeks were of little consequence provided that the heavy hit distilled from heavy shit concealed my embarrassment along with a litany of grievous sins hitherto unrecorded
the testament euphoric melted my studied indifference with billion dollar
words laying on a
smooth line in piety nauseatingly hypocritical under any circumstances but doubly so in mine
I never seen it coming but brother I was stoned and guilty of those pleasures far too long deferred on receipt of holy orders those creature comforts keep most men in stolid sleep and sleeping is a sin akin to blissful ignorance
so don’t never tell no one what has passed between cause no-one needs to
know and you know what I
mean the fruit of all my
labours the seeds that I
have sown could go excommunicado with bitter denunciations and the casting of
first stones
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