get your underwear out of the prayer circle
by Francine DuBois

get your underwear
out of the prayer circle
moira.

everyone's staring
at your unholy thong.
jesus sees everything
and, given your lowriding jeans,
we do too.

you've got poor ernie
all distracted with your
jeweled bra strap.
"do you think it . . ."
he said,
and i said,
"ernie, the good lord
will provide."

and now, ernie
can see clearly
that no,
it does not,
because your
unmentionables
are messing up
the joint.

moira,
i'm praying for you
day and night.

Francine's Version -- Hezekiah's Version
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