When I was little, Grandma
Always talked to Jesus.
She’d say that Jesus knows
When you sin and do wrong.
There were so many times
She said He seen me and
Jesus told her to beat my ass.
Whoopin’s courtesy of Jesus.
He musta snitched on me
Three, four, or five times a day.
It got so that Jesus was wearin’
Her out. Grandma finally said,
“Please be good, Ron. Please,
You got me worn to a frazzle.”
I say, “Ron? My name’s Bruno.
That Jesus guy must be rattin’
On the wrong kid.” Slap!
Jesus ain’t never wrong.
My name was changed to Ron.
Next life, I’m Jewish.
Daniel S. Irwin, native of Southern Illinois (such as it is). Artist, writer, actor, soldier, scholar, priest among other things.
Work published in over one hundred magazines and journals worldwide. Has appeared in over one hundred films.
Speaks fluent gibberish when loaded. Not much into blowing his own horn as you are only as good as your latest endeavor.
Once turned to religion but Jesus just walked away.
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