9-1-1 Part 3: PATHOS

PATHOS

The candles of souls


Snuffed from stale air...


On the stairway to heaven


Cannot be re-lit...


Ending suddenly in the rafters


Of truth fucking clergy


That roll out church doors


And windows each Sunday


Down into the village


Of the sad and deserted


To burn the hands of vandals


And other wretched humans


That wander from the ditches...


Of white atomic powder...


To dial 9-1-1 with their only


Remaining finger!


“What is the nature of your problem, Sir?”


“Who said it was My Problem?!


I Was Raided By Predatory Christians, Ma'am


Who snuck in my studio to beat me up...


With their horrible brand of Psychedelic Smut.


My wiener duel with the bible-coated thug


I admit, gave me the best orgasm


I've had since LUNCH!!!”
"

"Just keep joking"


An evil chuckles hiss...


"A few more seconds


and we'll know where you live!!!”


I left my mouth running


In the 9-1-1 tub...


Which is rapidly filling


Their computers up!!!


Fire trucks, cops


And paramedics


Will show up in droves


For the public hanging


Firing squad, or


Brutal spanking


Or, whatever suits the


State today...


When they catch a painter with


Too much to say