Confession Poem by Phil Soar

Confession



I entered the booth and begged for forgiveness
Not knowing it was a photographic booth
I spoke to myself in the mirror
And noticed the preacher appeared drunk
I said bless me father, for I am pissed
There was a flash as he took my photo
Then charged me an obscene price for it
So much for confession

Thursday, March 23, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: humour,silly
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