I lie naked beside a woman whom
your god does not permit me to love yet,
until He has had a better look at
invited us to brunch
one Sunday in any of His many
so I am a sinner,
a bad man.
Had I only met her on my return
journey from an infidel-infested
some desert or godless barren coast,
fresh from my rapes and mutilations of
the whores of a new Babylon,
of ancient impertinence reborn,
married my girl first,
avoided those joys
that are Satan’s,
I would be in the clear.
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