Giving Up Chastity for Lent

Breaking through the golden gates
face-first without a flinch
toward pearly ones from whence I came–
they never opened anyway.
No yoke will slow my stride;
no cross will hang me dry;
I’m riding her ass all the way to Jerusalem
beneath palm trees and orange skies.


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