How quick the Church, the righteous throngs
The devoted followers, the pious politicians
Are
To condemn an artist, foreign-born
(Af-ri-co-phile)
For putting elephant dung and assorted
Phallic elements (shocking buttocks)
In a painting of a black (oh the disgrace!) virgin Holy Mother of
Jesus Christ the offense is rank
It smells to heaven, Macbeth!
Must we give our hard-earned dollars to support this
Sh-- No, I will not swear
To God and hope to die
But this must STOP!
Let the artists shrivel and rot
In some dark, depressing hell hole of a
Cockroach-ridden garret, we don't want them
Disturbing our
Who do they think they are anyway?!
Give me the hammer, I'll drive the nail
And shut them up
Forever.