your neighbor
starts his own church
one day.
it's an obvious tax
dodge, but who cares.
he's doing good work.
he asked for a donation
the other day,
but you refused, not
knowing exactly where
the money might be
going. you see a
lot of empty vodka
bottles in his yellow
recycling bin every
Thursday morning.
last week he put a sign
up on his roof
in red fluorescent
lights. The Church
of Jimmy it blinks.
he emptied
his living room
and put pews in,
facing the flat screen
tv at the far end
of the room. sometimes
you hear him
practicing his sermons,
while pacing the room,
yelling about how
the crops will come
in if you put
in the basket just
a little more,
a little bit more.
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