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Ezekiel J. Krahlin

(A True Tale From The Castro. Eat your heart out, Armistead!)

(c) 2000 by Ezekiel J. Krahlin

Christians call me Jesus,
Muslims call me Allah,
Hindus call me Krishna,
From here to Walla-Walla.

Lakota call me "Spirit",
Nubians call me "Noob".
And if you cannot bear it,
Bend over for the lube.

My boyfriend calls me "asshole"
When others call him "God".
Don't know why they say so,
But it strikes me kinda odd.

My Father he does love me
With a passion undeserved,
For he came from up above me,
That my body may be served.

I speak in riddles sometimes,
Or in parables and verse;
And it really is sublime
To listen to Mother Earth.

She says: "Children of the True Light
Welcome to our shores.
Cleanse yourselves of all your tears,
and any open sores.

"Give yourselves a shower,
A shit and then a shave.
Then we give you the uniform
And you become our slave

Of love."