Poem: WAFFLE GOD

WAFFLE GOD

Your shirt says, “Jackson
Christian Basketball.”
Well, I’ve never seen
you play basketball,
and I don’t know a
thing about Jackson,
but I stood behind
you in line during
the Continental
breakfast at the small
Townplace Suites outside
of Santa Clara,
and I watched you take
all of the waffles
notwithstanding the
long line behind you,
which is how I know
that you’re no Christian.

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