Jesus Doesn’t Love Me Anymore Poem by Kevin Patrick

Mommy and daddy want an S&M night
So they threw me on the street just to get the game right
While sailing on the sidewalk, pimps counselled employment
That I contrived excuses, not feeling the jobs enrichment
“Maybe later” they said “When you want a couches ointment”
I shrugged and cried saying “Jesus doesn’t love me anymore”

So I went to my girlfriend but she disowned me on the terrace
She said our relations were on extended hiatus
As she escorted her new beau to chide me with shame
It was Principle Miller squirming obloquy my name Saying “boy don’t you know how to keep this woman tame”
“Oh” I screamed “Jesus doesn’t love me anymore”

With the blues in my shoes I went to play with my crew
Down at the youth club for a little game of football
But they gave me the boot because of poor tenure
Scott whistled too me that I flew like manure
“Butt brownie stone legs, for playing too much Halo”
“What’s the use” whined “Jesus doesn’t love me anymore”

Life’s lemons were stinging, so I went to the pub
To drown the plagues and consume all my scrapes
The occupants were dormant save for one ardent leach
He was shooting double shots stinking of Marlboros and whiskey
Saying “I knocked myself from heaven just to get a little tipsy”
“I’m Jesus Christ and I don’t have love anymore”

“You”, he scowled venom, looking brutally displeased
“Are a piece of cheese that a Jerseys bum sneezed”
Then he waved his finger, by indignant command
Cleaned my flesh for a miniscule brand
Gave me compound eyes and paper wings expand
Now I here all your thoughts that collectively say
“Jesus doesn’t love me anymore”