The Best Of Fresh Trash

No one is prepared to accept the unexpected.
Or to hear confessions expressed.
From the most unlikely places.
Behind podiums, pulpits and bathroom stalls.
There is little left these days,
Anyone can say appalls them.

In the quiet early hours,
Of morning before the crack of dawn.
Men, women and loud barking dogs,
Loudly awaken roosters.
Incapable,
To cock-their-accustomed-doodle does!
Is the new craze these days,
Of an unrelenting crave for madness.

And the neighbors?
In gated communities like these...
Are either outside dressed in their bathrobes.
Seen taking selfish.
Or recording what is heard to hear.
For purposes to share in chat rooms,
Everywhere.

'You have to listen to this.
It's much better than the last one.
I kid you not. Listen!'

'OH GOD. YES! YES!
FORGIVE THIS SIN.
BUT GOD YOU KNOW,
I HAVE A WEAKNESS FOR QUALITY TRASH.
AND THIS SIN I HAVE ALLOWED TO PERMIT,
FROM BEGINNING TO END.
HAS BEEN THE BEST PIECE OF TRASH,
I HAVE HAD IN MONTHS!

'And...
Who do you say that is?'

'Sssshhh.
There's more.
Listen to this.'

'IS THAT ALL YOU THINK ABOUT?
SEX?'

'NOT NOW.
IM DRY FROM ALL THE SWEATING.'

'SO...
DO YOU WANT SOME BREAKFAST,
BEFORE YOU GO HOME?'

'NO!
I HAVE TO STUDY FOR MY NEXT SERMON.
AND THEN VISIT THE SICK AND SHUT-INS!'

'Who...
Do you claim that is?!'

'You know me.
I am not a gossip or rumor monger.
However...
Watch which usher rushes to the pulpit.
After the reverend,
Finishes his usual fire and brimstone sermon.
That refers to temptation and irresistable sins.
Too delicious.
Unforgettable.
But we must do our best to test fresh waters.'

'No way.
That has been the clue,
For a different usher to bring fresh water?'

'My lips are sealed.
But I will say this...
There has been both men and women,
At our church who are ushers.
And most seem to have been,
Miraculously cured.
After being sick and shut-in,
Now and then!'

'You and your critical race theories!'

'I did not mention,
Anyone's preference!
Did I?
Or who has visited my mixed neighborhood,
More frequently as if to live there.
You can not accuse me of being nosey.
Or a busy body.'

'No...
I was thinking you to be more,
Of an adventurer exploring repeatedly...
The known from a different point of view.
With a technique many sleeping,
Would not be thinking about!