This lazy traveler reclines with dirty feet
and receives his food from unwashed hands.
He sinks his teeth in questionable meat
and questions not this whore with tangled strands
crying to him as if he were a god!
And the whole muddied mob calls him “Teacher!”
Can they not see through this “holy man” facade?
He eats and drinks like a common creature!
If he were a prophet, as they claim,
certainly he would know this carnal beast
and how she sweats our sheets with open shame;
he would keep the holy distance of a priest.
We know there is a special kind of flame
reserved for those who so despise The Name.