waiting at the stop light i watch the church goers filing in one by one
i imagine them searching for the perfect seat to kneel with heads bowed hands folded
which one is the most pious? who here the most devout? you there, are you holier than thou? have you stuffed your offering into the basket so the big bill lies on top? which one of you paid to be righteous? who bought the rights to the first pew facing god's representative?
you silly, silly people you pathetically mislead drones
if you think that walking through oak based, brass handled doors embellished in brightly colored stained glass lifts you above the rest of us?
you
are foolishly mistaken
if you believe there is a god... do you honestly think he would grant you sainthood because you visited his house and tossed in a jackson instead of a washington into the money ***?
well then if so i'd have to say you are worshipping a false idol.
sitting in a pew exclaiming amen and writing big checks to the church doesn't bring you any closer to salvation then the rest of us.