Speaking with Peter

by herespang

A Brother told me 

That He cared for 

Other people, and that

He wished to help them.


Though He a Brethren,

I could not believe Him.


Maybe it was because

He wore a passé 

Track jacket, and

Sweat pants full of lint. 


Or it could be that 

His face was covered in

A slew of horrid


Something that pegged Him

For a serial killer.


Or was it me,

Who is of little Faith,

Had simply refused to believe

Any Good?