Paying Your Tithe

A time-tested spiritual banking, Higher and higher one goes in ranking, Slammed doors sweetly unlocking, Hindering barriers unblocking… From the wall one has been flung And like a bag on a peg hung, One beautifully bounces off, Once more cooking better-off Your trifle not with Malachi 3:10, God having it written with His Pen; No chance rubbishing of the injunction, For whomever must get beyond our junction. Tithe never is by rude force backed, Wherefore their payers have often slacked; Of course, to hellfire straight, Who even does so late… As much a robber, Who could another clobber, No less, The Shameless Looter, Who easily turns A Shooter.