I found Jesus in 1970
in between Southern Comfort and acid.
I followed Him all the way to Wembley
with a girl Iíd studied in Bible classes.
We heard Billy Graham preach the gospel
of Chosen People in the Promised Lands.
Linda, said Billy, be very watchful
Rayís hands donít stray inside your bra and
Beware of Buddha, Mohammed, yoga -
he promoted Christ as an exclusive brand
that must be acquired before the closure.
Then he prayed for Nixon in Vietnam.
I marched off the pitch when the fans all knelt
and never discovered how Linda felt.
If you have any
thoughts on this poem, Raymond
Miller would be pleased to hear them.