Inside a church they say Hail Marys, <br />the normal folks and all pale Harrys. <br />This old, angelic salutation <br />has bonds within God's own creation. <br /> <br />Now, Harrys, in their dreams may see <br />the Lord just as he parts the sea. <br />And, being boys they do assume <br />God wants them playing bride and groom. <br /> <br />They bridge the gap and thank their God <br />for giving blessings and His nod. <br />But, in the end they're meant to fail <br />the heavens send down fist-size hail. <br /> <br />The hail fills in the ocean trench <br />they fucking drown! Forgive my French. <br />The bible tells such sordid tales <br />remember those ten-penny nails? <br /> <br />Of course, I know the real reason, <br />it is the poppy growing season <br />when fact and fiction get confused <br />and privileges are abused. <br /> <br />As Jesus hails from Nazareth <br />where people keep a single pet: <br />the donkey who will give you clues <br />because he cannot reproduce. <br /> <br />Testosterone has gone from asses <br />into the males of all the classes. <br />That's why they use these Hails to Marys <br />to make them think of all pale Harrys.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hail-marys/
