Situation Vacant

My cousins have a strong religious streak —
teetotal Bible belters. I don’t like
those Jesus freaks: the worst is Pastor Mike.
To my surprise I heard from him last week.
He wrote, “You’ve met my helper Pete, I think:
I used to bring him with me when I went
to spread the Word. The man was heaven-sent
to demonstrate the ill effects of drink.
He’d drool beside me in the Gospel Hall
and urinate, then fall about the stage;
or, turning to my flock in drunken rage,
he’d stagger forth and vilify them all.
He’s passed away, the poor pathetic slob;
and so I’d like to offer you the job.”

David Anthony

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