Dear God!


The priest came

in with his face flushed.

He had just

been caught masturbating

by the deceased’s mother.

She wanted to have

a few words with him before the funeral;

but instead was greeted

by cock

and balls.

Her shrieks were interpreted

as sounds of bereavement

by the congregation

of black.

You could hear whispers

about how outliving

your child must be unbearable.

They looked towards the simple

casket and thought solemnly

as the priest took his spot at the altar.

They remembered the man who died

before his time, taken tragically

by autoerotic asphyxia.

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3 Responses to “Dear God!”

  1. Darkest Diamond Says:

    I can honestly say that your work has balls… Excellent!

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