saying good morning was your mistake,
before your latest blood-letting
a nod to your whiskey glass
our reality check,
not to be fooled
by your tidy appearance
trim beard, new shirt, haircut
the real you, still there
never happier than when wallowing
in the fox shit of your past
like a naughty dog
that will eventually come to heel
for a redemptive bath in our sympathy
you, oblivious to the fresh gashes
we bandage after each sermon
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© Graham Sherwood 07/2020
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