Mrs. Holier-than-thou
is known by her husband's name,
but it's really all the same,
because the two are made one flesh
and that flesh is all  his.

What use has she
of her own identity?

Mrs. Holier-than-thou
wants us all to be
exactly like she,
which is just an empty vessel
for the will of God.

She has no dreams
but those of Glory,
no need for privacy
or dignity.

She can't tolerate those who do.

Mrs. Holier-than-thou
doesn't understand poetry,
if it isn't about the infinity
of Heaven's kingdom
where surely she will stand

And be rewarded for all those years
of banality,
of sacrifice,
of ignorance,
of cleanliness,
of intolerance.

We hope sweet Jesus calls his good spy home,
for Mrs. Holier-than-thou is shrill,
not to mention ill,
from singing praises all the day.
Please, God, take her away.
Take her away.