Sinners In The Eyes Of Odd Poem by Kyle Shield Laster

Sinners In The Eyes Of Odd

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I hate you, but your vocal chords
Send waves of pleasure through the hoards
Of people eager to undress
And much to your 'humble' distress;

But flatter me and take me home-
For church should be a brief 'shalom'
And not a show of flinging rice,
Over the preachers: shooting dice.

Thursday, June 26, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: faith,religion
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Kyle Shield Laster

Kyle Shield Laster

Clarksdale, Mississippi
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