Sunday Mornin', Still Fucked Up By Daniel S. Irwin

Somehow I let them drag me off to church.
Hadn't been there in ages.  Not my usual thing.
I'm a fully pledged heathen dog, thank you.
Got no idea what goes on there.

Managed to make it through the sermon.
Sin's bad?  Shoot, dude, that depends.
I guess it was the Devil made me drink

This big damn cup of wine they handed me.
Somebody said I was supposed to take a sip

Rather than chug the whole thing down.
Okay, my bad, I's just makin' up for lost time.
I gotta let 'em know that I really prefer Ripple.

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.