The Holy Lunatic
by Happy Hiram
Wearing a little electric chair
on a chain around his neck,
he tried to tell me his brother
was executed for my wrongs.
Jimmy was passionate,
and compassionate
and the fire in his eyes was strong
it kept his nonsense from seeming funny,
as he spoke of his brother's suffering:
his last meal,
his walk of shame.
"Yes, I was there," said brother James.
"I was there when the law took his flesh
for no other reason, but our happiness.
Now you will live forever if you call my brother's name."
His brother's name was Jesus, perhaps you've heard his fame.
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