they were all prim and proper
these preachers in town
complete with bible on their hands
and leaflets
i meet them at the porch
and they all smile
for i welcome them
and they talk about Jesus
my friend
and they talk about the afterlife
my objective too
and then i serve them coffee
and pie too
and then i say i am tired and
wants to take
a nap.
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