A decadent hussy met a church going lady:
-"How goes it miss?", - prig smile, a plastic simile.
-"Will you spare some cash? I'm on my last dime
-but I've been to church, sometimes...
-twice yearly."
-"Your breath smells, your clothes are too tight fitting."
-"I've grown! I sat at a Buddhist meeting. I've learned -to do my nails, I smile."
Her voice smoothed by spirits, fleeting...
-"Improve yourself! Hold a dayjob,
- learn manners, curb smoking, save"
-"But, mam, faced with this salvation,
-I'd rather enjoy decay."
False Heroes
© Copyright: Athena, 2004
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