SkyDaddy a bum ass nigga a no child support paying

ass nigga just the absentiest father I mean nigga had mary

scrambling to find a husband to explain the bump popping

like a planet beneath her breast had shorty squatting

over hay screaming while the sheep bay and the ox shit

and she shit and not a midwife in sight to clean her up

or catch that poor baby jesus falling out with the breeze

cutting through the barn like to shiver him to death

and his daddy supposed to be all powerful

SkyDaddy must’ve really hated the mother of his child

and his child to be that negligent and that’s the nigga

I’m supposed to get up early every Sunday to stump for?

I swear you holy hoes must like being on your knees

cause SkyDaddy sure do keep you there

bid me at thy thrown of mercy find a sweet release

—from Pass me not O gentle savior

kneel and let skydaddy keep you

bound deep in contrition

let him wind his rope limb

to torso   take his bit

bite down and be reigned in

you have been wild

bad even   now lower your eyes

and meditate on your filth—

you are bottomless

a hole eager for its filling  

be thee filled with his spirit

ridden from mercy to mercy

grace to grace   be thee

saved from your unbelief

waiting for the best treats from the table

Jesus knelt at David’s feet while he ate

opening his mouth like a good boy

each time David offered him food

from his fingers   when Jesus’ knees

went to sleep under his body’s pressure

he would lean into the pain  

feel his legs flutter—filled to the brim

with trapped stars flickering

their light away inside his muscle—

if you asked Jesus to describe devotion

he would paint this exact scene

his legs fading to black   his mouth

open to receive whatever his king offered