Jesus And The Heavenly Hosts Poem by Seth Proch

Like some cracker barrel breaker,
In the back of a bloody blues bus,
Screaming to your hearts content,
'Punish the wicked and spare the good',
Riding up and down my neighborhood.

I'll strike you dead with the power of god,
If you spoil the child and spare the rod,
I'm not the kind to tell you what to do,
But the lord sure is and he's gunning for you.

She cracked under the weight of eternal life,
Cut her wrists with a kitchen knife,
I heard she's going to become a wife.

Son of god and son of man,
Stuck a rusty screw right through his hand,
And now he's in a rock and roll band,
Jesus and the Heavenly Hosts.

Oct.1,2007