Mormon Parade - Poem by jerome moore
We invite you to march
in our mormon parade
come and be saved
by our mormon parade.
Throw stones in a hat and
sink it to the bottom of a colored pool
and watch fires burn all around our fellowship
and zone out the howls and screams
No, Here take a card anyway.
watch the confetti string out like wild hair
watch the colored paper take to the wind
like voluminous breasts that cannot be contained any longer.
got a shoe chronic
got a liquor chronic
got a sex chronic
got a clean chronic
got a homosexual chronic
got a violence chronic
got a put down chronic
got a narcosis chronic then you will love us
then take our card
give up your pleasures
come and be slaved… (SAVED)
and join our parade.
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