Saw Madonna

I saw Madonna on the corner yesterday

Where she was standing with little Jesus in her arms

She was whispering sweet nothings to miscellaneous passers-by

So I assumed that she was trying to sell her charms

So I dug down into the pockets

Of my coat of many colors

For a token of esteem to throw her way

When I suddenly was startled by the snarling of the beast

I had to turn and fight to keep the hounds at bay

I took cover

In the dusky light of reason

I hid my fears of the turning seasons

And I lit a candle at the alter of ideas

Still burning today

You tasted the apple

Got snakebit and hassled

And you fell from the sky

No virgin’s emergin’

To tell you “Son, the whole thing’s a lie!”