DAY 31: Palm Sunday, little ol'
Jesus on a donkey riding into
town but there is not another
human being around --
he can see lots of washing hung
out to dry, so there are obviously
women, yet he sees none, he
talks about it with his ass:
Is there some kind of plague
like in the days of Moses --
a sea of poison snakes or
everyone covered in boils,
flesh-eating boils, making all
the beautiful people hideous
beyond description -- is every-
one hiding inside because
they think I'm infected, I'm
a stranger not a virus
carrier, and here in town
will I meet my buddies, have
a few brews, maybe play
poker before Herod strings me
up -- he might want to wash
his hands, wash his hands
(for at least 20 seconds) of the
whole thing, the virus bring,
the message of universal love,
the message of universal love,
he-rod might give me a crown
of gold or of thorns depending
whether or not he believes
as do the rest that I carry
the crown, the corona,
the coronavirus.
Hosanna!
