Mudslingers Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

How popular is dishonesty?
Dishonesty has become so popular,
That people living in small towns...
Prefer them to be called cities.
Although compared to be,
Not to much larger than thumbtacks.
If attached to the back,
Of a swimming whale.
Spotted off the coast of Cape Cod.

And,
In these bustling cities...
There are more churches,
On several streets seen.
Providing standing room only.
To allow the dishonest,
Space to moan and voice their complaints.
But few brooms to distribute,
For the sweeping out of these churches...
Issues dried from the mud.
Thrown inside at each other.
Known to identify and recognize as dirt.
Yet...
These are the places they claim to worship,
In reliable, loyal and undying faith.
With this done to then be heard saying,
As if to brag.
How they have been saved and chosen,
To be favored by God.

"FAVORED?
Favored to become what? "

Well...
The jury is still out deliberating on that.
However...
My guess would be,
The best among the mudslingers.
Found around any small town.
And,
Probably feeling blessed to live to confess it.
With broomsticks to ride upon,
Throughout the week.
Validating their status.

"Sounds as if,
You do a bit of mudslinging yourself.
With a taste for judgement passing."

NAW.
Not me.
I'm nondenominational.
I don't profess a belief,
To then have it deceived.