Yeah He is back and He is not mad as hell as we thought he'd BE.
When I lived with the hippies, he was there.
I noticed he always took the least favorable bed arrangement,
he never over ate, always contributed to communal food and drink,
didn't like what the rich people were doing in the world
and was always sharing everything! He was like this
big kid, so fun, so loving and he showered on occasion too.
I guess he is a pescatarian, I saw him handing out unlimited fish
tacos and there always seem to be plenty of good drink too.
I did hear him say that he wasn't comfortable at any of
the big box churches, nor the noisy ones, nor the ones
that seemed like a funeral service, nor ones that wanted
to worship Him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem