Petty Picking Baggage Packers Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

They claim a faith is deepened,
But their mouths are foul.
They pray everyday,
But their mouths are foul.
And whatever to them comes,
They do a backstabbing done.
Standing on the church steps,
In front of it to curse next.
Forgetting what they've heard,
From a sermon to them served...
The petty picking baggage packers,
Mouths are foul.
Those petty picking baggage packers,
Mouths are foul.

They claim a faith is deepened,
But their mouths are foul.
They pray everyday,
But their mouths are foul.
And whatever to them comes,
They do a backstabbing done.
Standing on the church steps,
In front of it to curse next.
Forgetting what they've heard,
From a sermon to them served...
The petty picking baggage packers,
Mouths are foul.
Those petty picking baggage packers,
Mouths are foul.
The petty picking baggage packers,
Mouths are foul.

'You know...
All of you are hypocrites.'

~What we choose to do outside of church,
Has nothing to do with our devotion.
Or a kept faith we feel you don't notice.
What you need is to join us,
To know the true meaning of being saved.~

Standing on the church steps,
In front of it to curse next.
Forgetting what they've heard,
From a sermon to them served...
Those petty picking baggage packers,
Mouths are foul.

~And look at you.
Daring to pass judgement.
At least we are dressed to impress.~