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Dec 2015
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.
susan
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susan  chicago
(chicago)   
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