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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Monday, March 5, 2012

Hello


The dogs start yapping
before the doorbell even rings
I open it 
about a foot
and there they are
the elders
twin penguins
(minus the tux jackets)
standing at attention on my doorstep
hair neatly combed
smiles in place
Bibles in hand
and I think
Damn why didn't I look out the peephole first?
Hello
We'd like to talk to you about
why out god is better than your god
why our church is better than your church
(oh, you don't go to church? 
well, maybe you'd like to visit ours!)
why you should believe what we believe
why you will burn in hell if you don't
why
why 
why
Why didn't I look through that damn peephole?
I send them away
and toss their tracts on top of the newspaper
Headlines 
shout 
religion and politics
politics and religion
and when did this country become
a theocracy anyway?
Those who don't fit 
better get with the Christian agenda real quick
cause the men are coming
with their probes
(if I'd wanted the government up my cunt
I would have fucked a bureaucrat)
and I have no need 
to be born again
cause I was born just right 
the first time, thank you
So maybe I'll just hide here
behind my door
and be sure
to check to damn peephole
and not open it
until Santorum 
is a dirty word again.