People always talkin’ about
always tellin’ me
I need to get some Jesus
in my life
Well if I had to get some Jesus…
I’d want the Jesus Seth Green jokes about on his television show
that kills the Easter Bunny and Santa Claus
for revenge for murdering the spirit of holidays
and crashes in
through the windows of corporate business meetings
of multiconglomerate super powers and sprays them all with 9mm bullets.
So their wife and kids can cry on Christmas
all eight fucking nights of Hanukkah
and that bullshit Kwanzaa.
I want the kind of Jesus who didn’t die on the cross for the sins of those sinning on as epic a scale as The Fall
indeed it’s worse…
We the people have no Army of Angels
indeed we have no army at all…
I want a Jesus that came down off the cross and pimp slapped the roman across his fat fucking face.
I mean I want a Jesus of Justice!
Why then the wicked could get punished.
I want a Jesus that wakes you up early every morning
so as not to disturb
and stalk the mighty Corrupt
through the wilds of the concrete jungle.
There was once a lord of retribution
and it is his name I call upon to once more to raise his fiery brand.
Instead we got some shitkickers son
lying the rest of us,
for all of us,
no matter how black your soul
nailed to a cross
as a reminder
as an example
as a message
of what happens
when the poor speak up,
speak out their minds
even of love, of kindness
all things we could all, seemingly, agree upon.
we will have no god of Justice
we have only a victim
who like the village fool
locked in the stocks
for all to see
for all to know the rule of land, and men
for all to make a mockery of his suffering
but it’s our own suffering we mock,
for it is us my kinsmen, not some prophet long dead,
it is us, the many, the poor, the underclassed, the underpaid
that now hangs from each and every cross of silver and gold
around each fat neck, above each decadent pulpit,
bleeding out and nailed down for a god that never was,
for another god that will never be our own.