So the other day
The witnesses came
And knocked upon my door
Both dressed in black suits
And they wanted
They tried to come in
And they tried to hand me pamphlets
And they tried to make me confess
And they kept asking me this
“Have you found Jesus yet?”
So I told them
That I didn’t know anybody named Jesus
And that I didn’t know who he is or where he lives
And that I don’t know anyone named God
Or anybody named “Peter” “Paul” or even
A Baptist supposedly named “John”
Let alone some woman named
“Mary”, the Pope or anyone else of
Any importance or of any significance
All I told them was that
I know this guy who lives
Down the block named “Noah”
Who is always in his backyard working
On his boat.
Both of them then looked at
Each other a little bit puzzled,
But they did not seem to believe
My story. And after saying something
About this guy that they were looking
For being quote “My savior” in an annoyed
And confused manner
So I closed the door and locked it
And then told Jesus that the coast
Was clear and that it was ok for him
To come out from behind my curtains.
“Whew!” That was close he said.
They almost got me that time!
I told him “Listen bro” Your secret’s safe with me.
Cross my heart.
Jesus scratched his beard
And made a peculiar face
“Very Funny” he said “Very Funny”
And with a wave of his hand
Made us some more wine