Barabbas reflects on the genius of St Sebastian

Behold our fair Sebastian,

A saint, fetters, and oak

Sexy

A flight of arrows, so began,

The fable often spoke.

The barbe’d shaft, flew cold air through,

And wood tore into skin

He had a massive willy too,

To cleanse us of our sin.

And the cloth that girds his loins,

Seeks barely to contain,

A serpent, dragon, beast, and man,

A rod, stiff and profane.

And if a glimpse of mighty part,

Is caught,
If only once!

A bad d’sire it shall impart,

I plead,
Lock up your sons!