Combing Jesus's Hair: A Poem by Bree

Combing Jesus's Hair my man barry told me there was a church in Paraguay had a Christ statue with real, human hair. the people, they brot combs each week, to brush that Jesus's hair. i sed, such a church xists? i mean w/o a proper whore? he sed, dont worry Bree, thay got sluts around the corner. breathing life into the winos. givin feelins up the professors jeans. coppin feels on cops. and havin just a dandy w/'em. i sed, we''ll mousse 'em. ill shampoo the savior, u make rice. empanadas later, we'll share a green sauce no ladies naughty or nice can seethe over. no man in his black suit can disregard. i mean each saint and soldier will walk with us, stately thru the boulevard.