Jesus did not dye for ewes
Jesus dyed because of ewes
No ewes won’t see that
Blind to your own scat
As your house of false scarecrows burns
As ewes run to your next house of urns
Where ewes can stick like sick jews
To your pointless point of cross views
In houses made of crumbling sand bricks
Where ewes worship with your mighty ticks
Afraid of the big bad wolf ewes created
That for thousands of years ewes sated
By making others suffer
by your righteous will
So your ancient sins have a buffer
from your toxic swill
Yes ewes are the wolf in sheep skins
Your foul breath hidden behind
All those false benevolent grins
As ewes choke on your own mortality
Caused by your own thorny irrationality
For Kim Davis and her ilk.
©BG 2015
resurrecting the trashcan bard 