Gold lined pockets,
White hood in the closet.
Bible in one hand,
A noose in the other.
Knuckle-white grip on the book,
Veins popping, spittle flying,
“Jesus said you can’t judge me!”

But the Nazarene
Said no such thing.

People can judge others
So long as they’re willing
To be judged by others
By the same standards
By which they judge others.

A sin is a sin
Even if nobody names it.

And no amount of wealth
Can buy you a needle-eye big enough
To get your gold plated camel into heaven.

1/30/18