In Sunday School I was taught "Cleanliness is next to Godliness."
When I left dirty clothes on the floor of my bedroom instead of putting
them in the laundry hamper, Mom said, "Spare the rod, spoil the child"
and laid wood across my ass.
In contemplation, I admired the symmetry of my fingers
The middle ones longer than the rest.
Raising them toward God I said, "Things are sure a mess down here,
you old fraud."