WHY I'M HERE
Harry Houdini came to me in a dream
and he said, "I'm not Harry Houdini.
I'm really Jesus Christ"
but I didn't believe him.
"You were a magic man," I said,
"Why wouldn't you be pretending to be Jesus?"
"I'm not fucking Rich Little," Harry said.
"That's a good thing. He's still alive," I replied.
"And why wouldn't I come to a Christian,
if I were pretending to be Jesus?"
"So this proves you're JC, I suppose?"
"Why not?"
It was good enough for me.
"So what's up, Dream Jesus?" asked I.
His answer was short and to the point:
"Tell the people about what I said."
"But... you haven't said anything!" I complained
but he was already gone.
So here I am
on the streets
prosletyzing to the people
with words I don't understand
because there's nothing to them.
I wonder, really,
if it wasn't Rich Little after all...
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