Sanctimony Sandwich

You serve it up on a pretty platter,

fresh-cut triangles pointed, sharp—

oar-derves of redemption scatter

garnished with mangled heart

Take a bite of your sanctimony sandwich

how's it taste to you?

Hope you choke

on the rudeness

you exude

You're a “Bless Your Heart” commercial

slathered thick with warning signs

no truth, no warmth, no worth

spokesperson for covert lies

A sternly worded sermon

thick with honeyed bleach.

drizzled over tripe, slathered with rancid meat

“I’m praying for you, darlin’—

Let's join hands together,"

"Listen while I preach.”

The plate is now before you.

fragile, fine and thin

it magnifies the grease stain

on the tablecloth of covert sin

Taste the bitter mix

of of misplaced worth

wrapped in a riddle

of patient suicide.

Swallow it or be damned.

with a glass of heavy pride—

choke on the sermon’s warning,

bitterness personified

Look in the gold-rimmed mirror

the truth you can't erase

a freshly painted portrait

of.........

your own

cracked face.