I sometimes wonder if
the son of God was
a disappointment to
his Father.

I mean, he hung out with
the wrong people.
He had neither job, nor wife,
nor girlfriend.

I'll bet God blamed
that guy Joseph,
the poor schlub who did the hard work
of actually raising the kid.

What a putz.
Didn't even make a reservation before
taking his pregnant wife
on a long trip.

It's no wonder the kid
turned out as he did.
Hanging out with hookers and thieves.
Always to be found at parties.

"This is my Son,
in whom I am well pleased."
Words said before
things started to go wrong.

Like a father who yells
"Hit it outta the park!"
then watches as the kid
fans three straight, all high and outside.

We should have seen it coming,
that bad end.
He sure was just like
one of us.