Last Call (Salvation Libations) Poem by Chuck Audette
Last Call (Salvation Libations)
sin fast!
it's late
and the holy water
is past
its expiation date
but
for thirstier transgressors
and confessors, more chronic
a tastier dilution -
the absolution vodka tonic!
Your shelf life is eternal
so buy the best one that we sell
with applications all internal
no one's ever gone to hell!
(expiation: the act of purifying of sin; atonement)
(absolution: formal remission of sin, as in the sacrament of penance)
I enjoy your sence of humor. A refreshing change from all the ponderously serious poetry posted on the site
Clever! Clever! ! Clever! ! ! Every line is a marvel. U R Somethin' Else, Chuck! Don't know what, but glad you are! Est : ]
Ha ha ha! ! Clever language as well as humorous effects, mind. Smiling to herself, Gina.
Chin chin Chuck...and in case the Catholic church is right, I'd like to offer a toast: Best of luck to you in the afterlife. I enjoyed this thoroughly!
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/30/2024 11:52:14 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A brilliant poem, I really like this. You capture drunkenness well.