Still merchant seaman, still whore!
There comes a point where you make us pay
to go any further, even in church.
So much to lift the skirt, so much to see
the Byzantine booty behind the high altar.
Saints from the east, trapped in fligree,
eye the son of God as he enters the city.
The ass picks its way through precious stones,
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