The Church At the Movies

On Sunday I went to the movies, A space that the theater now shares With a church that was holding a service On the second floor, right up the stairs. As the clerk took ahold of my ticket, I noticed the welcoming sign; So a person who entered had choices – See a movie or seek the divine. There were mouthwash and mints in the bathroom Which the church leaders sweetly supplied, Though I have to admit I was baffled – Would a gargle make virtue implied? As I fixed on the coming attractions, While relaxed on my faux-leather perch, I supposed I was one of the sinners To the worshipers up in the church.