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Jesus vs. The Real Thhing
Jesus vs. the Real Thing
My Bois d'Ilet can stop the holes
from grabbing me in the night.
Your Holy Spirit play hanky-panky
with Jewish virgins.
My Erzulie can swear and kiss;
your Mary, dressed in blue,
pales before her million candles.
My Legba yield both eggs and sperm;
your sweet Jesus stay limp
and yield only Green Stamps
for plastic saints
on dashes of bigger cars.
-- Louie Crew
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Jesus vs. The Real Thhing
Jesus vs. The Real Thhing
