If this is your bunny time, don’t bother.
If you’re headed for the Avenue and a parade, go home.
And, the White House egg roll, you can avoid, also,
Along with the bellyache from those sickening lumps of sweetcheesy discoveries
In the grass and bushes of your pallid churchyard.
Do something simpler ..and fraught with pain:
Behold the tortured, Risen Son of Man and God
Bearing eternity for your quaking pleasure.
Go and see how HE tastes.
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