Painting by Sergio MoyanoFerlinghetti said it in his Christ climbed down,
Coney Island Christmas of the Mind. But,
You hit the nail on its fucking head this time, Bro’.
Billy Cruz, vomiting under the Murray Morgan Bridge
Would love ya guts, red-dressed in cocksucking tie.
Prick to butt in the consecration confession queue,
Wending yer way to the lip-smacking waifer an’
Carefull-wiped chalice full of Christ-knows what germs.
“O come all ye hypocrites in your hanky tonight.”
What the fuck’s all this giftmass about, Chrissie?
An’ I’m not pretending to tithe you the surplus,
Cuz’ that’s what Billy was vomiting his Beam for.
Bunk and sandals and orange incense galore,
It’s sold for a ticket, including the whore choir,
O cum all ye hypocrites in your sandwich tonight.
For auld lang syne, my friend,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll drink a cup o’ Glennfiddich yet
For auld lang syne.
David Robert (Burns) Gilmour
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