to Padre Pio…

what’s ’round your neck..

this…

yea…

Padre Pio…

huh…

Catholic saint…did a lot for the poor…church up in the Bronx named after him…

i spent nights there…stayed-up talking to monks…balding bearded guys with hearts of gold… 

was good…talk ’bout books…music…politics…prayers…very smart…very smart…

you Catholic…

i am… loyalty…

loyalty…

i owe them… fed me…clothes.. a bed at night…no questions…no judgments…they listened…

Protestants don’t do that…

Protestants are very American…there is a price placed…

how…

chapel required…tithes handed over…guilt…you reap what you sow…you did this to yourself now dig your way out..a punishment for being poor…compassion cost…

Protestants…

fuck the Protestants…

your family Protestant…

my point exactly…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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