Sunday Best

see them get all cleaned up shaven & schellacked bearing suits, long long gingham dresses (hide them alluring ankles) & the shiniest shoes that money can buy, regardless of whether or not it set them back--- in their “sunday best” they go to worship the splendid characters of fiction as put down in the big book of bull***** that has been edited & rewritten, edited & rewritten, reshaped & chopped up, to suit every tyrant, every despot & every dictator who needed some food for the sheep & after thousands of years, the sheep still come to baaaaaaaaaaaaa at a specific location on sunday, all decked out in the most conservative duds that they can muster, because, apparently that’s what their most precious fictional personality would do, what with his swaddling clothes & carpenter’s attire every other day of the week.