Chocolate Jesus

They walk along the sidewalk
Nothing comparable to the other --
Other than the fact that one's more Jesus than another.

Or maybe they know the ways of Confucious.
They take an "A" class course on the pains of third world nationalism.
The struggles which they feel by being more Jesus than the other will cure the next case of cancer. You'll see because it worked for me. Grandfather, rest in peace.

Painful conclusion lies in the feverish feeling that they're not enough like Jesus.
They can wear a cross. But they're just a milk chocolate Jesus melting in the sun.
So, out Christian the next that's the Christian thing to do.

Hilarious in nature that those who applaud this poem will be among the fence posts painting them whiter than salt. Whilst those that sit among the dirt in the blood making room for more bones will just sit back and nod as if nothing new lies under the night sky.