Jesus Spends the Day Slitting Gizzards

Jesus found that he was not welcome in our town.

Jesus Spends the Day Slitting Gizzards

 

By Elton Camp

 

Jesus came to this town two years ago.

At first he found the going rather slow.

What he said made no sense to most.

Little accomplishment could he boast.

 

Were it not for a flophouse bed,

He’d have no place to lay his head.

If the authorities knew he was around,

They would have run him out of town.

 

Places where Jesus offered his help

Said, “Away from here please step.

We aren’t interested in the likes of you.

To be seen in your company won’t do.”

 

His clothes came from the thrift store

But he had to come in the rear door.

And when Jesus needed to eat,

Soup kitchen couldn’t be beat.

 

A downtown church he tried to attend,

But found he wasn’t wanted as friend.

“You must please go to some other place.

Your presence here would be a disgrace.”

 

The pastor looked at him with all scorn.

“It’d be better if you’d never been born.

You’ll never be welcome in this town,

To our church no more come around.”

 

Jesus sadly shook his head. 

“The gospel you’ll not spread?”

Preacher said, “It may be a little rude,”

For our church you are far too crude.”

 

“But I think that it could be fine

In chicken plant to work the line.

They take folks of your type

If about pay you don’t gripe.”

 

Jesus found it not so very hard

To get a job without a green card.

“Okay, Heysoos, start work today.

In two weeks, you draw your pay.”

 

“But if the INS comes around,

To Mexico you will be bound.

For you must not to them deny:

About citizenship you told a lie.”

 

So that is how it came to be.

Jesus working seven to three.

A place where he couldn’t be seen.

Using the gizzard slitting machine.