Vices
The refrigerator door opens,
the light illuminates the wine.
Still we just can’t seem to comprehend,
why we feel like crap all the time.
Don’t speak before our morning coffee,
just one more menthol cigarette.
Half a dozen donuts for breakfast,
and all the sugar we can get.
But we go to church every Sunday,
though we might nod off cause we’re bored.
So we can tell folks we’re Christians,
and follow the words of our Lord.
We can interpret the Bible,
make it say what we want it to.
Does it say always love your neighbor,
long as they think the same as you.
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