Jesus Snubbed Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

It had to happen, let me tell you all
God's only son was coming, Monday night.
Two bucks admission to the city's Mall,
fast foods to still the human appetite.

The place was quite deserted, silence ruled.
The few attendees ordered supersize.
I must admit the ambience had me fooled,
all you could hear was smacking of the guys.

Next day they had a man to make you rich.
You learned to cheat your friends so they would share.
The place was overflowing, busy like a bitch.
They turned away a single pubic hair.

Thus you can see that humans entertain
a great delight in really being had.
I'm not suggesting we are all insane,
no, not at all, only a trifle mad.