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Feel the stones, That march down your spine, Up from the Coccyx, to the mythical C9,

Your backbone, Was erected, for a reason, and your back-pain, is equivalent, to Theological Treason.

Evolution or not, The pain your back begot, Has always been, Theologically Ordained, Eve was not forgot, Because she suffered, Post-Partum Vaginal Pain,

Lift and Work, at your foul manual job, and wipe your shirt, You Blue-Collar Slob!

God Gave you the Meat, And God Wills, you have the Muscle, To keep building our Obelisks, For our downtown Jewish Hustle

Feel the stones, That march down your spine, Up from the Coccyx, to the mythical C9, Your backbone, Was erected, for a reason, and your back-pain, is equivalent, to Theological Treason. Evolution or not, The pain your back begot, Has always been, Theologically Ordained, Eve was not forgot, Because she suffered, Post-Partum Vaginal Pain, Lift and Work, at your foul manual job, and wipe your shirt, You Blue-Collar Slob! God Gave you the Meat, And God Wills, you have the Muscle, To keep building our Obelisks, For our downtown Jewish Hustle

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This one is great. I liked "Theological Treason." Thank you for being a poet.