You know, if he laughed,
he’d have his glass belly
all cracked up, like a mirror
hit by a sledgehammer!
So, he doesn’t laugh as much as he plots,
To keep wily-taleing the world.
If liars brought down truths for millennia!
You know if he grins, his teeth
would turn to Medusa’s strands
and his tongue would fork like
the serpent that impostered God (For, he is!)!
He may pretend to all he is – as candid and
innocent as the Church’s priceless novitiate,
who doesn’t carefully genuflect to the cross
And the truth is his (when did he hijack it?)
But that is what Saint Paul is all about
Caprice with the well(mis)-intentioned knowledge
that he must have all to his advantage,
All that he has to grab and all that to eat as well!
As if stealing the truth is no strangeness (never enough),
he steals the identity of the truthful on top of that!
And yes, his belly may crack up with lusty guffaw
And his teeth fall out of their gums with corrupt greed!
But see how he continues to lust! See how he lusts!
He desires to have everything else,
but the fish of the deep sea, where he actually belongs!
Saint Paul is the master beacon/ deacon of the Church(!),
whose wooden pews have rottened and mildewed
and stink with the barbary of its crimes, and Saint Paul’s own!
And now, Saint Paul doesn’t want the oblique Church; but,
in fact, all that the real righteous, James the Just, possesses!
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