sunday best

see them get all cleaned up

shaven & schellacked 

bearing suits, long long gingham dresses

(hide them alluring ankles)

&

the shiniest shoes that money can buy,

regardless of whether or not

it set them back---

in their “sunday best”

they go to worship

the splendid characters of fiction

as put down in the big book of bullshit

that has been edited & rewritten,

edited & rewritten,

reshaped & chopped up,

to suit every tyrant, every despot &

every dictator who needed some

food for the sheep &

after thousands of years,

the sheep still come to

baaaaaaaaaaaaa

at a specific location on

sunday,

all decked out in the most

conservative duds that they can

muster,

because, apparently that’s what their

most precious fictional personality

would do, what with his swaddling clothes &

carpenter’s attire

every other day of the week.