• Vol. 02
  • Chapter 06
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Easter Seafood Fetish

We taste this excess flesh
while forgetting about the savior
so the sins just keep on flowing
but we laugh them off over a meal

It’s an Easter seafood fetish
with a bowl of soup on the side
to help blur out the lines of the past
so we can eat, drink, and be merry
as we fatten up and roll into the future

Sit around the table
like New Age disciples
Picking through the shells
to quicken the soul’s release

No more pure white robes adorn us
this is grunge flannel paradise
Sipping from a glass of wine
this is the blood that makes us holy