The pious pie squared
With erudite crumbs
By worthy chefs before me;

Topped with faith, theory
And porous facts;

Sliced by a dead president
In a top hat;

Tainted finger wagging
My tail
From school to jail;

Loaded bus painted
Greed, white and blue;

Driven at the speed of life
By an atheist
Who once knew God;

Then traded his peace
For ten pounds of sin
And a nuclear warhead....

~ P
(#TenPoundsofSin)
3/21/14