False Gods

False Gods is a Clerihew poem by Walk In Verse (WIV)

The preacher man preaches
From the pulpit where he teaches
— False gods and whiskey,
Oh Lord have mercy!

False Gods by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

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2 thoughts on “False Gods”

  1. I agree. I have nothing for most preachers. Many only want heaven or hell and fire and brimstone. We need love to conquer! If we could only all live by the golden rule “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you!”

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