"Momma's Worry" by TS Hawkins

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Sabbath...Say What?

...The audacity of church...
sinners convene
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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