Coppertone tans
wrapped in
flowered dresses
dispense
tuna casserole,
slinging
catty remarks,
behind
sanctimonious
smiles
while
sweat-stained
shirts
dream
of cold beer
and the
last few
innings
Of the
baseball
game
and
stoned
choir boys
dropping
Visine
pass a
spliff
praying
their bag
Of weed
won’t be
found
wrapped in
flowered dresses
dispense
tuna casserole,
slinging
catty remarks,
behind
sanctimonious
smiles
while
sweat-stained
shirts
dream
of cold beer
and the
last few
innings
Of the
baseball
game
and
stoned
choir boys
dropping
Visine
pass a
spliff
praying
their bag
Of weed
won’t be
found
6 comments:
this is sooo right on... love it...
excellent. says it all & says it well. write on, write on.
oh, i do so love the title of this..
don't even get me started on how i feel about this...let me just say i loved, loved, loved it all... especially that first stanza. oh, i know quite a few of those... makes me wonder why they bother going to church in the first place.
Looks like you covered all the bases!
Pass that spliff!:)
Ok, I want to know what church picnics ya'll have been attending! lol!!
It's so sad but true about the catty remarks - I believe if you're going to go to church for pete's sake please support each other in those beliefs! I wish they did, but they don't...
The rest of it made me smile, Rose - I just hope their weed IS found. lol!
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