God Certainly Has An Odd Sense Of Humor Poem by Ron Stock

I knew the moment I saw her nude in a figure drawing class in Kalamazoo that I was playing with fire. I knew the moment I touched her thigh and felt that tear in the corner of my eye that I was playing with fire. What I didn't know, when Barbara left me for
Eric and moved to Aspen, Colorado, was that my mind would burn, and that my Ronald James Stock spirit, would turn, to ash.
Shaft opens empty shaft to hot wet ruts of pulsating flesh so exciting routine itself revolves around the torrid coils of mock conception spilling infant song, but birth and death of sordid love awaken splendid drives of self-esteem and rippling up from righteous breeding pools are springs of despondent challenges of lightning sparks of fear. But I have no fear or worth so weak as not to try and die for sacred cause so I shall be what we are told one soon shall be. I, shall be the Second Son of God who's come to save us all, and I, will not allow myself to fail even if it means my death, upon the cross, of modern time.
In Chicago, on Michigan Avenue, I, walked up to a little white-haired old lady in a lavender and yellow Easter bonnet and said, 'Hello, I, am the Second Son of God.' 'How nice, ' she replied, then removed a dollar bill from her purse. 'Here's a little something for your cause, Honey Pie.' I, never did take her dollar bill...
On Indiana Avenue, I, walked up to a handsome middle-aged man in a dark-blue pin-striped power suit and said, 'Hello, I, am the Second Son of God.' 'No you're not, ' the man scowled, then mumbled as he scurried away, 'Get a job for Christ's sake, or better yet, get a life.' I, always did have a job...
On Wabash Avenue, I, walked up to a pretty hippie girl with tangerine flowers and love beads in her long auburn hair and said, 'Hello, I, am the Second Son of God.' She smiled sweetly, then joined her hands in prayer under her chin, 'Yes, I know. I will follow thee.' And did, to the steps of a nearby Baptist church. She did not, follow me, up the steps.
Inside the crowded sanctuary, I, approached a gray-haired usher with a red carnation pinned, to the lapel, of his soft brown suit and said, 'Hello, I, am the Second Son of God.' The old black usher winked at me, then whispered in my ear, 'That's wonderful news young fella. We've been expecting you. Have a seat right over there and I'll call you when we need you.' The church, still hasn't called...
Hitchhiking back to Kalamazoo, I, and my companion, Pat, were picked up by a farm boy and his quiet wife. I, explained to the young couple who I, was. Later, cruising along in the boondocks surrounded by open green fields, I, suggested to the farm boy that I, thought he, was driving too fast. The farm boy pulled his GTO, over to the side of the dusty road, and ordered, 'Get out! ' I, protested, 'You can't leave us here, we're out in the middle of nowhere.' The farm boy snickered, heh, then looked me directly in the eye and advised, 'That, shouldn't be too big a problem, for the Second Son of God.'
In Kalamazoo that same evening, my, friends threw me, a huge, Second Coming Party. The next morning when I awoke, I was once again, little ol', Ronald, James, Stock.