Audry Lynn Sharpe
Sin And Bunnies - Poem by Audry Lynn Sharpe
I spent my childhood in the front row pew,
crimson ribbon in my summer hair,
speckled with royal blue.
Needs and wants hovered in the air
The preacher, the chief of the zoo.
Not a thought, nor worry, nor care
of who in the Heavens I was praying to.
A lion? A tiger? A bear?
You mean to say that sin is something to fear?
But I adore the way it tickles my tummy.
gentle like a bunny,
toothsome like autumn honey.
That's how you've always described
your favorite beer
your favorite substance
your favorite habit
your favorite hobby.
Tell me how all this time
We were praying to money.
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