He Has Risen, but Who Cares
She craved a man
But didn’t want a mere fuck-buddy
Oh God
She cried out
Spilling her Malbec
Then Jesus came flying
Into the room
Hovering
Over the hardwood
As if it were water
But he was bored and done with that trick
My child,
he cooed
Let my bluish-green light
Into your pussy
It was the last straw
She knew she’d have to
Go back to the dating sites
She had heard about those
Ectoplasmic freaks
Horror Sleaze Trash 