Moral Inflation


Paying $3 for a cup of coffee

is the closest I get to praying

these days, as the tip jar is fuller 

than my Sunday School soul

that once made me feel so special 

placing money

in the collection plate at church,

only to be indoctrinated a second time

years later

on how minimum wage

defiles the free market

by a man who also preached

against the electric company's

monopoly and other economic evils

which have yet to engulf me in flames

as I place my change in the tip jar.