I know that Jesus loves us
been told by many a prayer
He talks to Diane Sawyer,
And them that travel by air

He loves the little birdies
that flutter on the trees
The chopped off toes of toadies
The girls who do strip-tease

But when its time for eatin’
his flesh I cannot bear
It tastes like guacamole!
On holy underwear

So when the wafer passes
from deacon, there on high
I think of them as Nekkos ®,
or papal pumpkin pies

And try to think of Jesus
not lying on a plate
but off with Diane Sawyer….Somewhere in Russia.
In a babushka. 
Learning how to skate.

He glides around a frozen pond
And Diane asks him questions:
Do you eat meat?
Is dying fun?
Did Pilot get your blessing?

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