sunday morning

on sunday morning
two well dressed
young men come to your
door holding
thick biblical books.
white shirts, ties,
black pants,
shined shoes. hair
combed with parts
on the side.
they almost glow
with enthusiasm.
you open the door
just a crack, because
you just woke up.
you have a towel around
you and you're
rubbing sand out
of your blood shot
eyes. what? you say.
I don't want any
more cookies.
which makes them laugh.
no, we aren't
the girl scouts
they say together.
may we come in for
a moment. we are here
to save your soul from
being cast into the eternal
lake of fire. umm, not
a good idea, I have
a guest here, and well
we're sort of naked.
this makes them blink
rapidly and try to peek
inside the door.
who is it, Shirley
yells from the couch.
tell them to go away
and come back over
here big boy. where's
my mimosa?
do you have a
web site or something.
i'll check it out later.
I can give you a donation
if you need some money.
give me a bottle of
holy water or something
and i'll get you
some cash.
hey Shirley, do you
have a five dollar
bill?