Riffing on James Tate's "Goodtime Jesus"

Jesus the absentee father mopes the dirty streets in rags. He looks for work down by the Sea of Galilee but only hears of fishing jobs. His kid's belly swells every day and it's a wonder there aren't flies around the eyes.  You've heard he hitched a Mary, like his mother. Oedipus, much. I heard he's a wino. Who knows. He should get into catering. My boy Jephat can cook up a loaf-n-fish that tastes just like heaven.