This poem was uninspired by what a preacher once declared to me with some resignation: “I can’t preach on that.” My first thought was: Wow, that is precisely what you should preach on.
Minimizing Prophets
The Rev’s revved
We can preach on this
We can’t preach on that
Or the sheeple in the steeple
Would be something else
Somewhere else
And we like it hear
Preaching to acquire
A friend too norm
Whether pastor present
To the unherd
Those few
Who dis possession
As a weigh of life
In consideration of prophets
To be had
To know awe
To well
That christening accost
Of riding won’s ass
Into that capital city
Where our rulers and high priests mete
A strange mission state
Meant
Soully as
Minimizing prophets
And voiding immanent danger
Every won no’s the rules
If you can’t preach
On it
That’s the spirit
Preach that
NOTE: I am very proud of my mission statement for Top Pun, “Maximizing Prophets.”
