Sunday Churchgoer by Trade
Written by Jonathan Henderson
Sunday February 9, 2014 @ 8:09 AM
She casts her stones at the ready
Upon leaving Sunday's service job.
She bears her soul at the ready so
She'll justify her manner of plight.
A trade by any name is degrading.
She'll pray a holy roller of true piety.
She'll rob the hands which feed her
As she walks faraway fro, and how
She is among the ignorant blissful!
Puffing away at her cancer sticks,
Portly as the kiddy banks, and lo' at
How she slowly dies, her mind very
Wasted, but the American dream for
Her shall always be one gripe away
As she expects from those who pay
Uncle Sam smile, but I'll not today.
How she is a churchgoer by trade!
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