The Eye of a Needle

The highway to heaven is a busy intersection 

staffed in part by legendarily skilled purveyors 

of delusions who experience no difficulty whatever 

filling their mission's pews with ardent believers 

passionate in spiritual devotion prone to impulsively

transferring veneration from the heavenly throne 

to its disciples on Earth. Those whose tradecraft 

assumes proportional resemblance to the scammers 

and grifters whose trade make life so interesting 

for the vulnerable and gullible within human society. 

It is when the intersection of volubly messianic masses

move the faithful to surrender their worldly goods 

to the gospel's charlatans enabling their penchant for 

excessively lavish lifestyles thus attracting the notice 

of their street counterparts who respond by brazen 

daylight robbery in the very sanctity of that holy

place that the heavens roil with derision as the pastor's

sermon is interrupted and justice is done relieving

the gaudily jewellery-encrusted preacher of the

exhausting burden of wearing ungodly ornaments.