The Martyr
I came upon a martyr
Who’d nailed himself on to a cross
He looked a little God-like
He seemed a little lost
I said, “Sir, can I help you?”
But he just smiled a saintly smile
And said, “Why not come up and join me
You’ll get to like it in a while
The hard wood is my comfort
Each nail is like God’s kiss
The pain it brings me solace
The agony is bliss”
So like any Good Samaritan
I helped him out that day
I kicked him in the testaments
Then I went on my way