Jesus and his wineA Poem by MarinaSadly, not a true story. Also, in case someone is offended know that it's not my problem. I am just having fun!Do you have some time to talk about our lord Jesus Christ? Who is that? What? What? We would like to talk with you about Jesus Christ if that's OK with you. There's no Jesus here-is he Spanish? Maybe you can ask on the apartment 3, they always throw a lot of parties Jesus sounds like a guy who enjoys parties, So ask over there. But no, miss, Jesus is not alive anymore. How do you know that? I'm sorry are you the police? I had nothing to do with it, I told you go ask to apartment 3, There's a Bulgarian woman and a Czech guy and they have many friends Maybe Jesus enjoyed his wine there a little too much eh? Miss no, Jesu's wine is his blood What are you telling me sir? That he had wine instead of blood? Now that's a thought! A never ending supply of wine. Count me in. Where did he do that? Miss no, you don't seem to understand, Jesus sacrificed himself. For whom? For us. Did he now? How? Please don't tell me he drank all his wine dry! I have always wanted to meet someone who could drink himself to death. No, miss, no! Jesus is our Lord and Savior. He saved us? Yes miss From what? From our sins. But he drank himself to death. No he didn't. You just told me that his blood is wine. No -yes- but not really. Sir, if you give me this much wine, I can save you from your sins too! Miss now you are being impertinent. No, Sir, I am just trying to sketch this Jesus guy. He is the son of God. NO. Yes. But I thought God wasn't married. He isn't. He is everything and nothing. Then how did he make Jesus? He didn't. He didn't make Jesus, miss, Jesus was conceived out of a flower in his mother's belly. Now, I am getting the feeling that you are messing with me Sir. I told you, go to apartment 3 and ask for Jesus, I am sure they know Spanish people. Maybe Portuguese even. Miss, no, Jesus is up in heaven! I just want to talk to you about him, because he is our Lord and we believe in him! You want to talk to me about a guy who drank himself to death, was born from a flower and now lives in heaven? Not exactly, but it's a start. Sir no, you see, I have already drank much wine and I can tell you, Jesus wasn't in any bottle. But Miss he doesn't hide in bottles. Oh I thought since he drank himself dry, he would like a refill. My bad. I'm going to leave now, Miss. Do you want a little wine for the road? So that Jesus is always with you
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2 Reviews Added on November 3, 2016 Last Updated on November 3, 2016 Tags: wine, dark humor, sarcasm, jesus christ, religion AuthorMarinaMy mind's palaceAboutToo many lives to live-too little time. We are not made of stars-we are made of stories. more..Writing
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