Our Father Poem by Jane L. Carman

Our Father

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Our father who
aren’t in heaven
or hell
dear brother
he lives
down the road
he parts nothing
but hair
and women’s legs
he flips a switch
for light
and says
let there be a bill
he was born
of no virgin
and will die
to serve worms

Monday, June 5, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: brother
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gregory Gunn 07 June 2006

Sardonic in nature, with an underlying sense of wry humour. Don't wish to read too much into this, so I won't. Case in point, an alternate title might have been, 'The Licentious Barber.' ; -)

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E. L. Atten 05 June 2006

Sharp and to the point.

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Jane L. Carman

Jane L. Carman

Galesburg, Illinois
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