God Money

dollars dance ... in the eyes of angels plates at the ends of pews passed strategically in tempo to burnish words (even more strategic) pretty sheep buttered and wagging like the smooth tongue at the podium not to follow rags, you see no barefoot bums or carny clowns - shed the weight of the hapless and hopeless when you carry that lot to the curb (twist-tie atop) THIS way is straight - narrow only the chosen only the few - the committed the well-dressed and well-connected those shorn await a fiery furnace - a hole, hellish but ... be not concerned - we scrub YOU clean at the door washed white by the blood of your bank and ponied properly in beemers and Humvees we wipe you clean by the gilded garments of your conscience and shine a light that's nearly His ... (nearly) don't fret that, either, child it's all about how it MANIFESTS not how it's written (true, He had but His clothes and His skin, but do you think He'd dare show up today without an iPhone?? Heaven forbid - there are needs!) besides ... sheep have to be fed and that takes a golden calf or three ... so, sing along, children and rejoice raise your praises to the earth and should it not suffice, we've got you covered … for there's no heavenly choir quite as angelic as the music sung by that ... jingling plate. Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, October 6, 2022