Suspend Your Demand!

[Idi ta]

Surely you're jesting, to suggest
that Christ can't be hung
from an earlobe.
It's just the place you'd hang a toy,
and even on the unaware
He ought to be allowed.

I might even be lying at heart, yet
how long assumed that
you could be inclusive as Him.
Your geography is fictional
as a green cut vase
made to be hit by a hammer.

A slap in the face is ordered
and page one is read
out loud to you:

[Idi ta]

Surely you're jesting, to suggest
that Christ can't be hung
from an earlobe.
It's just the place you'd hang a toy,
and even on the unaware
He ought to be allowed.

I might be lying at heart, yet
how long have I assumed that
you could ever be inclusive as him,
your geography is fictional

as a green cut vase

intended to be hit by a hammer.

A slap in the face has been ordered

and page one is read

out loud to you: just
look upon my amusements
sizzling brown upon the heated earth,
and hump your Christ in a museum.

[Idi ta]

Surely you jested, suggesting

that Christ can't be hung

from an earlobe. Just the place
you would hang a toy,
and even upon the unaware
He ought to be allowed to stay.

I might be a liar at heart, yet
how long assumed
you would be inclusive as Him?
Your geography is fictional

as a green cut vase

made to be hit by a hammer.

A slap in the face

has been ordered, page one
to be read out loud to you:
Look upon my amusements
sizzling on the heated Earth,
you may bear Him, even falsely.