My cousins have a strong
teetotal Bible belters. I dont like
those Jesus freaks: the worst is Pastor Mike.
To my surprise I heard from him last week.
He wrote, Youve met my helper Pete, I think:
I used to bring him with me when I went
to spread the Word. The man was heaven-sent
to demonstrate the ill effects of drink.
Hed drool beside me in the Gospel Hall
and urinate, then fall about the stage;
or, turning to my flock in drunken rage,
hed stagger forth and vilify them all.
Hes passed away, the poor pathetic slob;
and so Id like to offer you the job.
If you've any comments on
this poem, David Anthony would be pleased to hear from you.