My atheist Last Supper: one tortilla
Wiped in hummus; an orange (peeled), and chewed
So fast I haven't got the first idea
Where half the slices went; no other food,
Just water twice, poured from the fridge into
A dirty tumbler used at least three times
Before for alcohol -- my Christ debut,
Transforming booze to water -- awkward rhymes
For sonnets, sure, but four-line-chunks help flow
My juices. So much snacking means a fast
For lunchtime. Negative, says my sandwich; no
Such diet was remitted. Jesus asked
For bread instead of matzah -- so we might
Messiah lunch, and starve ourselves tonight.
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