Meandering In Piraeus

Meandering in Piraeus 
Sunday in Piraeus, a line of people outside a church 
I joined the line and was inside given a bag of cakes. 
The old woman behind me was refused a bag of cakes 
it appears she had joined the line three times, 
I gave her my bag.  I didn’t think much of priests who were mostly
 soft faced and fat looking. The old woman had no teeth 
I bought her a soft drink to swallow her cakes.
I sat in the park nursing a Dutch beer the local beer was 
not to my liking, when the old woman came demanding 
money I refused and she screamed rape. The police removed 
her from the park. In the park a grotto, by paying a few drachma,
 I could go in and there was an in a glass cage a likeness of baby Jesus 
as only a disturbed person could have made, the eyes of baby Jesus 
were full of malice and he had an ******** big as a smithy’s arm.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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