Church
on Sunday
was practically
compulsory,
had almost
perfect attendance
what with the pastor being
in control of so much else.
We went out of
self-defense,
though there were more than a few
who believed of course
that Jesus loved them,
and really, it wasn’t all bad,
but as for me
I might have had an easier time
getting behind Jesus
if only the pictures they’d had of him
didn’t look so much
like pictures of Custer.
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