In God We Trust Poem by soren Barrett

Brothers and sisters come on in
To the church that takes away your sin
Money is the root of all evil
Give it to us for your reprievel

Be sure that before you go out that door
You empty your pockets on the floor
We can sell you a heavenly home
So up there you won't have to roam

What! You don't have money enough?
We'll sell you a chair? We're not so tough
The more you pay the closer to God you can sit
Beats the hell out of sitting down in the pit

Raise your hand if you have no money
Though everyone is looking at you, don't feel funny
We'll lend you a coin to put in our plate
You can pay us back with interest, we'll wait

How would you like a personal meeting with God?
All you have to do is give us your wad
He's a busy man and in high demand
So if the cost is a little high I'm sure you'll understand

About your meeting, we let him know
It's not our fault that he didn't show
What? You say that this is a fraud
Don't sue us, you'll have to sue God