Suzie's Golden Shower Liberated on the Pope's Face

Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
    The world is holy! The soul is holy! The skin is holy! The nose is holy! The tongue and cock and hand and asshole holy!
     Everything is holy! Everybody's holy! Everywhere is holy! Everyday is in eternity! Everyman's an angel!
    The bum's as holy as the seraphim! The madman is holy as you my soul are holy!

- Ginsberg




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Suzie's Golden Shower on the Pope's Face

A rush, a sudden wheel, and hovering still
The bird descends, and her frail thighs are pressed
By the webbed toes, and that all-powerful bill
Has laid her helpless face upon his breast.
How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs!
All the stretched body's laid on the white rush
And feels the strange heart beating where it lies.

- Yeats