Photo by Vandy

Photo by Vandy

God of Bitumen

He felt like a preacher man
Sent from the God of Bitumen
Spent some dough and a warm word
on the indigent
He felt like a preacher man
in his black suit, walking by a garbage can

Just another clown
trying to be a preacher man
but when nobody looks, he takes a sneaky glance
at some lady’s boobs
just another clown
trying to be a preacher man
always has luck and enough money
for booze and another bunny

He looked like a preacher man
but he just fled those
who needed him the most
He looked like a preacher man
empty inside, on a diet of crackers and wine

Just another clown
trying to be a preacher man
but when nobody looks, he takes a sneaky glance
at some lady’s boobs
just another clown
trying to be a preacher man
always has luck and enough money
for booze and another bunny

HESH & Fran

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