Unleavened

by flammeusgladius

Unleavened

I flee the leaven of the Pharisees.
The Pharisees are mortally offended.
I’ve failed to understand what they intended
Through operation of their bakeries.
For everyone who happily agrees,
They name rewards. But my soul has descended
Into denial that their robes are splendid.
Because I’m wicked, I’m not on my knees.
Hypocrisy that they embrace is not
Hypocrisy. My criticism fails.
The points I make are all unhelpful rot.
The facts I cite are simply empty tales.
How did they shape their doctrines? They forgot.
But they know well what leadership entails.

–Tom Riley