The Autocrat

His soul has balls but they are held by spoons

The god of cannibal would hold them in.

The scrotum of these balls is dark like prunes

That God might use to cleanse him of the sin

His sexuality deserves.  Christ might

Have bought a sideshow smile to greet him but

Forgot to put it on because the night

The Savior came from was a hermit’s hut

Forgotten in Mohammad’s holy book.

Another faith might fondle hairless balls

But Francis of Assisi’s hand forsook

Them since they left from cruising toilet stalls.

  Now only Buddha has the chance to save

    These beans from rotting in abortion’s grave.

~ Phillip Whidden