Jeff Connelly Poet I do not know?

The Red Carpet

now walking down
what they think
might be called
the cat walk

stopping slightly
pivoting leaning
whispering with
showing off

their latest statement
in religious fashion
what used to be
just one dress

called Sunday's best
designerless with
a woman always
hat headed

or a scarf but now
scoffed on because 
they are liberated 
in mind but

they're eyes 
too blind to see
the book doesn't
agree with what

their modern
beliefs in letting
them cast stones
unfashionably

but sung in a more
modern they hate
song they are
compaired

by the height of
their steeple
as the aisle
to the altar

shifts and alters
uncoordinate 
colors from
regal red

to grass green
but not greener
on the other side
from being eaten 

by
all
the
sheeple

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