Sister Duplicity

She calls herself an Angel,

And a Giant wood Crucifix

(Why are they always killing a Jew?)

over her Breasts

Tell you it’s off limits.

How Gross!

She’s long beyond Prime.

But watching her is morbidly-fascinating.

Her penetrating-judgmental eyes,

Stilted Smiles,

Ejaculations,

Pronouncements,

Warnings,

Chides,

And Pauses.

The Pause comes with a

Glare.

Then, the Reverse ploy:

It’s you who must decide!

I’ve Decided.

I changed the channel.

I had enough!

Fony guilt and fear from a god who PHucked Up,

She reminds us that it’s our fault.

No one else’s.

Listen, sister!

He should had done it Right the first time,

Don’t You think?

Why victimize the Rabbi?

What a twisted, cannibalistic notion—

Don’t get me going, please.

The Theological Insurance Scam.

It never has to pay out

—the Lie!

You Duplicitous, Cunt Face!