Small Town Villain

You’re pretty good at sang froid,

But there’s always so much more

To get through, outside the door—

Now the jail is abandoned

And the lawn mowers are, too,

And that wee morning siren

Two nights ago was someone

Fleeing after setting fire

To churches. When they caught him

After he literally

Crashed and burned in Zion, he

Said he was a kind of god

And fueled with righteous anger.

You saw his burned car towed off,

Down the interstate highway

Later on your way to work.

Now god’s been charged with arson,

And they’ll need another jail.