Breakfast at the Diner

They talked
of Jesus
between bites
of bacon
and runny-yoke
soaked hash browns

They talked
they mocked
bleeding hearts
shedding liberal tears
for the souls
of the others who are lost

They talked
and chomped
on buttery toast
cheering chains that bind
the others to choices
they’re not allowed to make

They talked
of Jesus
between slurps
of creamy coffee
but the way they talked
I knew

They didn’t know
Jesus

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