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
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2020
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