the sunday crowd wait in line
in their pretty sundresses
in their buttoned up shirts
in their sunday best
unbeknownst to them
god can be found in the filthy gutter
as easily as the chapel halls
where the potlucks draw the crowd
when the sermons run dry
and the coffee gets cold
Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 9:55 AM UTC
the sunday crowd wait in line
in their pretty sundresses
in their buttoned up shirts
in their sunday best
unbeknownst to them
god can be found in the filthy gutter
as easily as the chapel halls
where the potlucks draw the crowd
when the sermons run dry
and the coffee gets cold
tlp
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