a quantum of holiness

a little vagrant sleeps under a church ladder
shares his bedding with a lame puppy and deaf adder
he has never tasted sweets or sugar scones
his usual dinner is leavings, skin and bones

one beautiful summer day right after the mass
someone spat a throat lozenge onto the grass
it shined beneath the sun like a real gem
blameless, faceted, wet from mucous phlegm

little vagrant retrieved the lozenge with trembling hand
unbelievably happy as though he’d won a big grant
but he wasn’t the only one who had reached the prize
the puppy was looking at him with pleading eyes

some people aren’t dogmatic, have never attended church
their lives can seem useless, their family’s honour besmirch
but on that day it was the lord’s supper under church ladder
little vagrant shared his first candy with lame puppy and deaf adder

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I’m a tramp and a junkie

I’m a tramp and a junkie. I’m a good cuss!
I use my mouth only for an abundance of curse!
If you show a malevolent act or hubris to my person
You will quiver in a moment, you fucking whoreson!
I always apply a vetted way to the scurvy assholes.
My fist makes more even-keeled every dull troll.

In general, I’m a pacifist and adore little pups.
They are very funny after doses of drugs!

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