Prodigal Son

by flammeusgladius

Prodigal Son

 

 

The wayward son the parable presents
never possessed an oceanic ass
like yours. How do I know? It’s common sense.
Christ would have mentioned such a hellish mass
of adiposity, fault of the class
that manifests the foulness of the soul.
Up from your fundament, you push your sass.
Gas from your butt bursts out your vocal hole.
Now you’re returning to your former role.
The gas that you produce will fill the sky.
With those receiving you I won’t condole.
They know that you’re a slack and useless guy.
Still now they take you back. I have to laugh.
The fattened parasite will kill the calf.

 

 

–Tom Riley