The Church Goer

I go to church every Sunday:

Aren't I good?

Looking good?

Singing hymns with a smile

A beautific expression

Impressing those around:

“He is so Holy

Look at his joy”.

That was a nice service

But what is about?

Does anyone care?

I've had a good natter

Done my duty

As I walk out with pride

So others can see

That I’m a church goer.

  

11^th February 1994, Uxbridge, England.

-Richard