Muscle Poems

The colored nuns say

Shoo! Shoo! Shoo! Da doo!

But you won’t go away 

I can ask even the President 

Mr President 

To scare you away 

But you like these bits, eh? 

The sound of you 

Singing in the choir 

Whilst kneeling in the pew

Below the lovers

Wondering if Hesus is really dead 

Or only Hovers

Well, you need to be a hummer

Don’t you? 

Says the church of all colors 

But hue! Hugh did that. 

So what are you going to do 

When Hell raps in hip hop 

When there are no more malt shops

Because your purpose 

Behind the counter 

Was a flop 

Like this here, shoe! 

Bye boy, bide your time toy, 

And you won’t call back 

When even the Devil renounces you!