Amen!

He makes sure the hall is empty,

before closing the door to bathroom,

opens his bible which is hollow,

and removes the bottle of vodka,

tonight he’ll prayer for forgiveness again,

if he doesn’t pass out.

 

Dropping his pants he sits on the toilet,

farts uncontrollably,

those illegal pills he downs

always do that to his system,

but he’s been addicted so long

ever since that hooker

gave him that first taste.

 

Then pulls out the porn magazine

from his suit coat inside pocket,

uses his right hand to fantasize

before a streak of anxiety comes,

it summons an image of his wife and kids

how would they cope

with him getting off

while looking at pictures of naked men?

 

A burp, a gasp of pure orgasmic release,

afterwards he’ll do what he can

in order to restore his appearance,

after all soon he has to stand behind the pulpit

and preach against booze, drugs and homosexuality,

still waiting on that miracle,

which will eliminate all the crap

that he can’t do without,

at least his finally stopped having

those panic attacks

from the offering money

spent on afternoons visiting that farmer

to pay for his silence

about the hours of rear ending his sheep.