Our Father Poem by Jane L. Carman
Our Father
Rating: ★5.0
Our father who
aren’t in heaven
or hell
dear brother
he lives
down the road
he parts nothing
but hair
and women’s legs
he flips a switch
for light
and says
let there be a bill
he was born
of no virgin
and will die
to serve worms
Monday, June 5, 2006
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4/26/2024 4:17:33 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Sardonic in nature, with an underlying sense of wry humour. Don't wish to read too much into this, so I won't. Case in point, an alternate title might have been, 'The Licentious Barber.' ; -)