Friday Poem: Pardon Me for Sinning

 

Searchable text after the jump: 

PARDON ME FOR SINNING

 

My soul is in more peril than a fool like me can tell,

According to the upshot of the warnings that you yell,

For God is a perfectionist whom only blood can quell

And all my human decency just don’t amount to beans.

 

I see you every morning near the F train and the L,

Just railing at a table with the sermon tapes you sell.

I didn’t take your flier, but perhaps it’s just as well.

If Heaven’s full of folks like you, I’d rather go to Queens.

 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s