Saturday, October 9, 2010


When I see a male saint
flagellating himself,
I always wonder
what he had for breakfast.

When I see a female saint
surviving on thin air,
I stop and ask
if she knows what

time it is. She
usually does, but
refuses to tell me
for fear I may be

the answer to some prayer
she's forgotten to recite.

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