'habe', Drew has been drinking. Can we take advantage of you now?

gosh i like this poem:

the holy bible tells how the seduc-
tive judith feasted Holofernes, winner
of the late bloody war. They finished dinner,
she doused the lights. He, leering at his luck,
leapt on her unresisting. Then she struck
his head off with a sword and cried: "Foul sinner,"
(His milk still frothing to the boil within her)
"Now you can find some blacker hole to fuck."

She heaved the head up in her lily hand,
Though it was heavy, horrible and gory,
and did a tour of triumph through the land.
I find two morals in this sacred story:
(a) Prove your faith by killing people and
(b) Be a bloody whore for heaven's glory.

no, i don't write sonnets, giuseppe belli wrote it and anthony burgess translated from the roman. no damn hippies here.