A.T.F.

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The Sabbath boredom, almost drowsiness,

Imposed by Jews’ Jehovah falters, yawn

In afternoons.  The mind in frowziness

Attempts to think but like a sleepy pawn

On chessboard waits.  Unlike Aquinas strict

In widest thinking this trapped brain feels more

Like drugged up addicts lost in derelict

Apocrypha of sects divorced from Whore

Of Babylon but mumbling through the heat

Of Texas, David Koresh leading text

By text in holy muzziness.  The children bleat

In fire because one man was oversexed.

  Beware of sacred laziness that leads

    To strictest fuzziness of fatal creeds.

~ Phillip Whidden