Grand words
Statements are made
As they enter the doors
To hear the Gospel spread
A nod
A glimpse
Even from the preacher
while his wife sits close by
Gawking with jealousy
Orchestrated Amens
Applaud the podium
For attention
He knows
who he wants next
White bears no sign of purity
just eagerness
to be eager
The sermon is so clear
as to who is to fear
Prepped to lay low
Oh, the Church is just a fashion show
A dress rehearsal for
the horn to blow
So the designer will
have his due fill
for the ears hear his skill
and tilt the till
Come see the Garden of Eden
bend Saville Rowe
while his wife sits by
and dare to show
just how often the blood does flow
It compels them all
To take the fall
Next Sunday is
Swimwear
And boys
rest high in banana hammocks
and toys
and pretty things like socks