DIRT floors, water down preachers,
a collection plate, and a church
full of heartless people,
AND all the christens lock their
doors,
AND all the pagons beg for more.
AND all the shadows laugh and
play, and me, ill just turn off
the tee-vee...and fly away.
DAVID GERARDINO
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/half-way-happy/
