It’s Easy to Be Pious
It’s easy to be pious when hunger’s kept at bay;
The oily man adores you, although he’ll never say
Just why the drunken driver is waving from the bus,
Or why he wears upon his head a shoebox filled with pus.
O life is complicated, and that you can’t deny;
We all survive by exiting—so now, my friends, goodbye!
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Posted on January 13, 2019, in light verse, Poetry Pantry, Poets United, Rhyming poetry, Sunday's Whirligig and tagged adores, bus, complicated, deny, easy, exit, hunger, oily, pious, shoebox, survive, waving. Bookmark the permalink. 19 Comments.