Being Religious - Poem by Douglas Scotney
A human being used as a vehicle
will cause trouble
as the trust he has in the driver
leads him to think he can do no wrong.
Little mistakes he made on the way
he said were of little matter,
even confirmed his thinking,
and when he made a Blooper
and did the opposite of what he ought
and laid the blame for the trouble on the driver,
it was religious he was being...
or so he thought.
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