Another poem written in not one of the happiest moods... heh...

please, please review, I'm always looking to get better at writing! BUT if your religious and are just not happy with the subject don't tell me how horrible I am. I write poems to make people think so love it or hate it tell me but don't preach to me.

Look at them sitting there:

The woman with far too much makeup and too little to share

The man with his neckerchief soiled from a night of adultery

The young boy, hidden weed in his pocket

The priest, his hands just done with their work on an altar boy

Each one coming every Sunday to be absolved, as if it makes up for every dirty deed laid at their feet

People are so selfish to be selfless