God didn’t say...

The solution isn’t eating babies.
Nor is it Trump’s Big Macs;
The solution is in the stolen tax;
the tithing Uncle Sam demands.
God didn’t say, Let there be walls,
but F**k your ailing backs?
If He sent a dude named Jesus,
He sent him as a tax collector,
To be tarred and feathered.
Instead, they strung him up!
The only record of him
Is the Shroud of Turin,
When he was body-bagged,
sent back to his godfather,
Black, blue, and lashed.