Member Poem

you won't find Jesus in the club
​getting down to the latest tracks

or sipping on a gin and tonic at the bar
​you won't find Him  in the bathroom

sniffing a little blow
​you won't find Him in the backroom
​with a gold digging ho

you won't find Him face down
​in His own vomit after a bad trip

He leaves those adventures to the tragically hip
you won't find Jesus in the club.