Why, When the Roll Is Called Up Yonder, I’ll Not Be There

By
C.B. Anderson
– January 3, 2012
C. B. Anderson

For every blameless Jesus there’s a zealous Judas
Who’s bent on turning in the young emergent king
To satisfy his own political agenda.

To follow one’s own nature isn’t quite a sin,
But this is where infernal blasphemies begin.

It’s not the function of religion to delude us,
And if the Pope were here, then I would kiss his ring
While mounting Mary’s ever-glorious pudenda. 

 

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About C.B. Anderson

C.B. Anderson was the longtime gardener for the PBS television series, The Victory Garden. Over the past eight years, hundreds of his poems have appeared in scores of print and electronic journals out of North America, Great Britain, Ireland, Australia and India. He is inordinately fond of single malt Scotch whisky.