Genesis 38:9

It's Sunday morning,
9:00 AM,
Time for all good Christians
To masturbate again.

Open your porn
To Genesis 38:9,
But hurry!
You haven't much time.

You've wrapped your rosary tight around your neck
For a little autoerotic asphyxiation.
You can't help but think
Of a bloody, painful crucifixion.

You've got a ring of thorns
Encircling your dick
Or a splintered cross
Shoved far up your cunt.

You're gagged with his flesh
And bound with torn vestments.
Blood flows from your tattered genitals
As your excitement continues to build.

With Jesus' fist raping your ass, you come.
It's made of pins and blood and fire,
And you squirt all over your Bible.
Amen, Motherfuckers, Amen.

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Originally written:    January 20, 2001
Put online:    March 11, 2001
Discussion:    I don't like Christianity. This is one of those poems where one must not necessarily look at what is written but why it has been written--its purpose is not to shock, per se, but to cause one to think. Genesis 38:9, in case you were wondering, reads as follows: "But Onan knew that the offspring would not be his; so when he went in to his brother's wife he spilled the semen on the ground, lest he should give offspring to his brother" (Revised Standard Version). This is the passage often cited that supposedly denounces masturbation, even though it really describes coitus interruptus...which is also considered a sin...which also doesn't make any damn sense. Why do I refer to the Bible as porn in the first stanza? It is in response to televangelists or anyone else who becomes ridiculously orgasmic when reading the Bible to try to make themselves feel better. The poem started out rhyming, but I got so pissed off halfway through it that I didn't want to spend the time and effort to make it rhyme. It also helps portray the frenzied nature of sexual excitement and eventual orgasm. I think this loss of regularity furthermore helps to express better the raw violence and S&M feel of what I feel about religion. Why S&M? Because I think it's interesting the lengths that some people will go to, including causing their own--and sometimes others'--pain or discomfort by denying their natural tendencies, in order to please their "God." I've been told I'm going to Hell for this poem (and others). If I believed in such a place, I just might worry. By the way, if humans (which I am one of) are created in "God's" image, then...(think about it).


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