And I begin to wonder
Deceivèd husbands, flower
The joyful noise, and Our Father
To the bored children, holy rollers,
Or those who only go on Easter and
Damn town to their house for
Bring along their sons and
Stoner, slouching, scowling, Sitting
Bite the trembling hand                                                    
Stand, keep standing after the
Getting through the Gates any
I think I’ll go to the Mullins’                                         
Though I cower in the shadow of
Fear no evil, For they’re harmless
Who goes by Lilith now and
Dismay. And verily the Chaotic
Off key and five seconds
Why be quiet and correct when
Beats  
Halfway through the hokey pokey
Standing, kneeling, I start    
I will sit at a white plastic table with Mr.
And Mrs. MysongoestoUCDavis
In a Dixie cup and I wonder if
Ever gets annoyed too.    
in peace.

How many reluctant brides,
Girls, on the road towards
In the echo tower babbles on
Disapproving those who aren’t
Christmas, and invite the whole
Heinekens and football, Those who
Daughters, on the cusp of goth and
Five feet apart. I believe they
That feeds them.Those who
Body and blood, but you’re not
Quicker with a beam in your eye
After for a glass of chardonnay, Yea
Mr. and Mrs. Holierthanthou I shall
Much like me and even Lily Grace
Wears all black much to mother’s
Evil cannot harm us, Those who sing
Behind everybody else. Because
You can be loud and incorrect?
Me
And the kneeling, sitting,
To smell coffee and soon
You’retooyoungtolistentotheHollies 
And I stare into the still waters
Father (insert saint’s name here)
So let us go