She's saved, I’m not.
Still we live together,
with pictures of Jesus,
statues of Saints cluttering
dressers and end table tops.
Still we live together,
with bible reading friends
dropping by a few times a week.
While I remain upstairs
in underwear.
Watching porn on pay for view.
Still we live together,
her quoting the bible praying
for my soul every chance she gets.
Me trying my damn-est not to break
the fifth commandment
dealing with her.
Still we live together,
Sundays her shaking me,
out of a sound sleep, to let me know.
She's going to church and I'm going to hell.
A contest entry
- Ice Cream People by Dalaney.
900 points, ended November 30, 2007, 10 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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your humor shines through yet again, i love the way you do it.
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Oh wow the humour in this was really funny .. you had me laughing the whole way threw .. great idea ... very enjoyable.
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Ms D
I thank you
for the chance to play
and my bronze trophy
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I am sorry, but this had me smiling throughout the read, because I can relate...raised in a southern Baptist church was hell...I adore the humor, the life, the love within this poem, and I thank you very much for entering.
Love, Lane
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