Inside a church they say Hail Marys,
the normal folks and all pale Harrys.
This old, angelic salutation
has bonds within God's own creation.

Now, Harrys, in their dreams may see
the Lord just as he parts the sea.
And, being boys they do assume
God wants them playing bride and groom.

They bridge the gap and thank their God
for giving blessings and His nod.
But, in the end they're meant to fail
the heavens send down fist-size hail.

The hail fills in the ocean trench
they fucking drown! Forgive my French.
The bible tells such sordid tales
remember those ten-penny nails?

Of course, I know the real reason,
it is the poppy growing season
when fact and fiction get confused
and privileges are abused.

As Jesus hails from Nazareth
where people keep a single pet:
the donkey who will give you clues
because he cannot reproduce.

Testosterone has gone from asses
into the males of all the classes.
That's why they use these Hails to Marys
to make them think of all pale Harrys.

Herbert Nehrlich

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hail-marys/