Sermon for the Mounted

Mom said be lucky
Marry a woman with money
I said shut up and drink your soda
And feel lucky to drink anything
Honey

My dad said don’t talk
To your mother that way
I asked him whose hearse this is
Go outside and get some air
Poppy

Later on in the mirror Gabriel
Came bearing white satin sheets
I asked him if he was prissy
Looking to score get your pink ass cloud-
Bound mister you’re giving me
The creeps

We seesaw all our lives methinks
Between talking trash and wanting heaven
To be as black as our tender assholes
My mother said my father said
I was intolerable

I save you all and welcome
You all to my sea-sky hearse

Elliot Le Ginn King of the Jews
Makes a living from his mother’s purse