The Sacred Hymn of St. Jess the Lepress and Cooter the Baptist

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Lepress Jess found herself in a mess 
When both of her arms dropped off 
But she shrugged her sockets 
Wiggled scissors from her pocket 
And turned all her shirts into tank tops. 
And Boozer Cooter, her handball tutor
Dropped by to see what kept her 
He glanced at her nubs 
Spat out his cigar stub
And vomited up his lung cancer. 

So he snatched up Jess, who couldn’t resist
On account of her lack of biceps 
He bought cigars and a six pack 
Chained her to a bike rack 
Near a crowd by the library steps 
 And he confessed Jess, like an evangelist 
Dubbed himself Cooter the Baptist 
“It’s not satirical, man, She’s a miracle, man!” 
And he held up his tumors as evidence 

All this distressed Jess, who tried to protest 
But her tongue slipped right from her lips 
Cooter wrapped it in gauze 
To tremendous applause 
And used it to cure a passing athiest….of his lupus. 
And Cooter accrued a huge multitude 
Of adherents, believers, and remoras 
Jess cured some of diseases 
And some of moral weakness 
But most she just made leprous. 

And Boyish Les, the easily impressed 
Jumped up to give a witness 
“I once was a mongoloid 
But now I’m more humanoid 
Because of St. Jess the Limbless.” 

And Mattress Tess, the sex therapist 
Who did her best work horizontal 
Said, “I once was a temptress, but now I am sinless— 
God bless St. Jess and her miracles

From Vegas to Dallas, Phoenix, Annapolis 
Disciples, they pilgram’d in mobs 
They groped both her breasts 
With incredible zest 
And canonized the relics that dropped
But Jess reassessed ’til an idea coalesced 
And she cursed her slowness in hatching it 
But when her pieces stopped raining 
’Cause she’d cured her own ailing 
The crowds divvied her up with a hatchet. 

As Jess the Ex-Lepress felt the edge press her flesh 
She said, “I wish I was not such a martyr,” 
It was a strange sort of gripe 
Since her entire life 
She’d never complained about being a leper. 

EPILOGUE
And God bless St. Jess the Lepress 
And Boozer Cooter the Baptist 
For against her insistence 
And despite his addictions 
They rippled the world for a bit
So fear God and keep his commandments 
But do something else besides 
Something odd, something off 
Something not so default 
Something to ripple the mind.