...The audacity of church...
bedecked in saintly pasties
the just enough to render them better than the naked truth
Bibles high as church bells
congregants spiral down through off-pitched hymns
stripping "the word"
Lord only knows that the cover charge was too steep
not wanting to debate with Satan's bouncers
who usher in whomever they please
I remain home
the Devil dare not find me there today
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