A Poem of the Tale of Two Sisters (Ezekiel 23)
by Glendora Christianson
There once were two sisters
who's feet full of blisters
went looking for meat
by walking the street
They dealt with their boredoms
by committing those whoredoms
Their teets of virgininty
bruised as plums in divinity
Their cooters uncovered
and nakedness discovered
One's children were taken
they sliced her like bacon!
But the other one's fate
much worse than her mate's
The knife met her nose
severed ears hit her toes
Her own breasts she did pluck
then legs raised for a phuck (forgive me Jesus)
Left battered and moaning
she was ripe for a stoning!
by Glendora Christianson
There once were two sisters
who's feet full of blisters
went looking for meat
by walking the street
They dealt with their boredoms
by committing those whoredoms
Their teets of virgininty
bruised as plums in divinity
Their cooters uncovered
and nakedness discovered
One's children were taken
they sliced her like bacon!
But the other one's fate
much worse than her mate's
The knife met her nose
severed ears hit her toes
Her own breasts she did pluck
then legs raised for a phuck (forgive me Jesus)
Left battered and moaning
she was ripe for a stoning!
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