Affectedness

I walk the Sunday streets once more Long before the peal of church bells Tuned to summon the hypocrites From their cozy residences. It will be awhile till they flock En masse to the numinous house: The butcher whose scale is slightly Off in his favor; the lawyer Whose soul was sold ages ago; The car salesperson cramming cars; Physicians unmindful of the poor And an overweight clergyman Orchestrating the proceedings. Bong! Bong! Soon the parade begins.