Motown Easter Sunday Poem by Joan Nash

She wore a very expensive body stocking
As she paraded about the dance floor
In the doughnut shop
While wearing expensive fur-lined short boots
Showing off her tan and her expensive tank top
Purple velvet and a thick spandex body stocking
Her body a temple, a church - she brought her man, her priest.

She brought her Christ along.
She brought her renewal, her reinvention of herself.
She, a bizarre Mary Magdalene, leading the church procession.
In a doughnut parlor, no less.

Sorry, I got a bit confused.
I tried wearing that outfit to church.
I got in trouble.
She danced about the doughnut shop, got her order, and left.
Nobody cared - her $200 body stocking and $100 tank top covered it.

Dress rich, dress new, be worshipful of the money - woo-hoo.
Guess I'll stick to the church of the fast food icon for now.
Nobody would recognize her from that church I went to.
She smiled and wished me a 'Happy Easter'.

Guess I don't have enough 'In God We Trust' in my closet for church.
I'll bring my Bible to the fast food parlor, sit down and shut up.

Maybe she wore a big, long dress to church.
Perhaps she was socially there.
She looked good at the doughnut shop.
I was a bit jealous, in a way.
Then, again - I was also sad, as she knew the whole time...
About me.