Light my crack pipe, three-personed God: for You
are the guy who made it so that heat, chemicals,
water and leaves could be combined to form
a substance that would erase my sex drive,
hollow my eyes, and make paying my rent seem "optional."
The day I can smoke some distilled
Messiah and forget where I live and all the
crap that is my world,
I'll go to church. Thank You.
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