Christianity to Capitalism

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Christianity to Capitalism

Sit up straight.
Keep eyes fixated on the pulpit.
Don’t shift weight or dare to scratch-
that pagan of an itch swelling on that devil of a nose.

Walk briskly, eyes front. Why doesn’t he get a job?
Keep the smoke breathing out the chimneys,
and never in the lungs,
because it is all about making money, son.

A weekly convention rather than habit.
A convincing charade, an aesthetic display.
Raising capricious hands to the ceiling,
A farce not even he believes.

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