Venus Poem by Morgan Michaels

'Venus! It's you! '
'You recognize me? '
'Anywhere! Is that your Meryl Streep look? '
'Very funny.'
'How did you get here? '
'I took the train, of course. It's the fastest way.'
'I'm quite aware.'
'But...'
'But, what? '

'You're naked...! '
'Oh, so I am. One should travel comfortably, I say.'
'You can't just go walking around town naked! -
not in January, anyway. Even you! '
'Don't be such a prude.'
'I'm not a prude! You'll catch pneumonia.
'I won't'.
You'll get arrested! '
'Who says? '
'Nobody complained.'
'Look-you can wear your clothes lightly, but you can't go naked.'
'That's not true. In my part of the world people do- practically.'
'You're wrong. That was a long time ago. Times change! '
'What do you mean, change? '
'Well, nowadays we've got-
'Got what? ...'
'Religion!
'Humbuggery! All of it! Forget it! '
'What! How can you say that? '
'Easy. Religion owes its existence to me. Let me tell you.....