WARNING -- This poetry may incense and inspire. Attacking religion, science, and conventional views on reality.
GLORIA!
by Park Teter
In a filthy barn, in a flimsy creche,
An infant whimpers from diaper rash.
His shivering mother wipes his ass,
The Almighty swaddled in human flesh.
At the car wash at Ninety-ninth and First
A junky helps a whore give birth.
Another Jesus arrives on earth.
Why don't angels sing his worth?
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