Jesus By Chance (Call it a poem or whatever .....) #

Jog on me
Dig your spikes freely
Feels like im a piece of track
Laid out to be stamped down upon

Every time that you returned
To place flowers on my grave
Paved cobblestone smooth operation
Bother no more nation’s citizen

Jesus of chance I become
Unwittingly though I may add
Though poster boy-ed across
Nails of fame hammered across

Punctuationed by marks of stigmata
Leaving behind my gang 13
Lemme now take off to orange county
Its time to retire from being big brother world

Sin Washing is no longer lucrative
Secreted squirts of blood no more answered
Forsaken lives to roast merrily in heaven seven
No wonder im no longer him.

*Add A Smiley at the end of every line :)