Contradictions

the Priest sucked in his Four Star Brandy hoping that a drunken release would help him with his conflict in an alcoholic sleep of peace the alky swigged his cider vintage cheap and strong the crutch to his addiction making existence crawl along from separate drunken corners each in his own private hell they were taken by the police to share the same dingy cell one having achieved the sought but only temporary relief from the stress and the doubt in the strength of his belief the other just existing in his world of sleeping rough which achieved a sort of stability if he could only drink enough one was given a caution for any man can once fall the other was jailed with no sympathy at all one preached from his pulpit about the dangers of a hell as the other spent that Sunday Morning slopping out his cell. in this world of contradictions preconceptions can hold sway as the alky and the priest were each assessed in society’s preconditioned way and the Charity collector stood and shook his tin pleased by the growing weight as the passers slid coinage in a cheap way to ease a conscience that really didn’t give a damn about the stresses and strains suffered in this strangely unequal world of Man