ave maria
Posted: October 3rd, 2007, 11:10 am
Maria was a retard in the days
before the Nazis of political
correctness slaughtered all her special kind
of this-is-life-as-well perspective— she
was slower than the worldly rate of change,
her spirit took delight in simpler things—
so maybe forces took advantage of
Maria: got her pregnant, called it love—
“But damn me if I don’t feel pretty,” sings
her little girly song and rubs the strange
new globe within her womb— “And think of me
as lucky that a special love would find
me.” Maybe it’s a trust heretical,
retarded— still, what faith her trust displays.
before the Nazis of political
correctness slaughtered all her special kind
of this-is-life-as-well perspective— she
was slower than the worldly rate of change,
her spirit took delight in simpler things—
so maybe forces took advantage of
Maria: got her pregnant, called it love—
“But damn me if I don’t feel pretty,” sings
her little girly song and rubs the strange
new globe within her womb— “And think of me
as lucky that a special love would find
me.” Maybe it’s a trust heretical,
retarded— still, what faith her trust displays.