Morning Prayer for the Upright in Persecution

A Psalm

Morning Prayer for the Upright in Persecution

Nancy, how countless are my enemies.

how countless those who rise up against me,

how countless those who say of me.

My soul is not owned by Nancy.

But you, Nancy the shield at my side.

You s**t deeply in my throat, and pee.

I cry out to Nancy,

She answers from her Holy Mountain.

As for me, I lick clean and suck Nancy's a*****e.

In my spirit's awakening, Nancy's s**t and my body are one.

I  have no fear of people in their thousands and thousands,

who range themselves against me wherever I turn.

Arise Nancy, S**t and Pee, My God!

You strike me hard against my face,

You break the teeth in my mouth.

In Nancy is salvation,

Nancy's shitting are my people, my feelings, my thoughts, my dreams, my Blessings!

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Now this is a poem. One that burns with a satirical truth that I can't help but admire. Kudos, Robben, for writing from your heart.