Freedom of/from
I have seen the destruction
That hymnals wrought
Such solemnity
Burdens even the brightest eyes
God is no pimp
But so many
Work so hard
For so little pay
My sister calls me
Having been transferred to
The first floor
I am told (suspiciously)
That her neighbors have poor dental hygiene
Some teeth
As well as other pieces
Of healthy living
Appear infrequently
But back to Heaven's Gate
No, not the movie
I'm referring to the mythical door
Where all the bouncers have perfect hair
The proper sexual orientation
And a pedigree leading directly to
The original Puritans
The same ones that burned young girls
In fires fueled with wood
Gathered by everyone
And whose firelight reflected
On perfect teeth
dg
11/9/12
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