a couple of priests

walked into the bar -

not a joke -

although we all thought it was

and they were smart enough to sit

at the barren end

of the bar

away

from the hooters

and hollerers

but they all still made

their jokes

and the priests

pretended they couldn’t hear

they just ordered their pints

of heineken

and talked in low whispers

to each other

i kept staring at them

but they didn’t seem to mind

since i was no hooter

nor hollerer

and i raised my glass

to them

and they raised theirs back

and we all took a swig

just men

looking to quiet the temptations

of the seven deadly sins

as if the eighth

isn’t apathy