The Good Shepherd and His Sheep
They sang and shouted with joy
as he paced about, whispering
Suddenly he raised his voice
and approached a young lady
Whose red-painted lips gleamed
with loveliness and chubbiness
He then declared: I see you demon
Leave her lips, I demand, I curse you!
His 'holy' ones landed on her red ones
He mumbled as the congregants 'amened'
Holy Saints! Maybe that demon was stubborn
For their mouths merged madly for a sizable time!
Breathlessly he declared victory over the demon
But added: see me after the service for more prayers
How could he not be pleased with himself, his powers?
He who helped the 'heavy-laden' and 'barren' conceive!!
After the labial drama, the people's pleased prophet
ordered his sheep to venture into greener pastures
There the congregants tucked into dishes of snakes --
including a menu of stones and flowers and grass
They washed down the above with purple petrol
The pleased pastor flashed a batch of flashy cards
Tickets to Heaven, economy five hundred dollars
First class, just eight hundred dollars apiece
The pleased prophet announced in front of a woozy group
They staggered and stampeded for the multi-colored cards
They snapped them up, yet a bigger crowd screamed for more
The pleased prophet prophesied that an extra lot was coming
He paced about, spraying them with a cute chemical
Maybe it was an insect repellant, maybe a perfume?
Who knows? The dizzy, desperate crowd cared less --
What effects would all that drinking and eating have?
Faithfully and obediently they received from him
Some swiftly dropped on the floor, others praised.