His Religion
By Angeline Vine
Every night he went
into Mrs. Foosebah's bathroom
and whizzed all over her seat
He confessed this
to a guy named Sal who
was sitting at the snack bar
at the bowling alley
so he felt as if
he had
some form of religion
due to his confession
When someone asked . . .
he said he was Catholic
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