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Righteous High
by Glenn CurrierThere is no high
quite like the one I get
when I know I’m right.
Especially delicious
are those political fruits
the redder the better.
The keen succulence
of church hierarchy
matches no other.
A dose of sinners
enters my veins with
with a speedy snap.
A friend or kin in the wrong
like a nice full pull
from a joint or bong.
No wonder the prevalence
and earnest defense
of the righteous high. 06/21/2009 Posted on 06/21/2009
Copyright © 2025 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 06/21/09 at 03:33 PM Cool poem, Glenn....and the message comes though loud and clear. I love the way you have presented it here so true......sad that so many get so high this way...on their own self-righteousness. |
| Posted by Wayne Tate on 06/22/09 at 02:44 PM Very nicely done Glenn. This resonates on sooo many levels that I wouldn't know where to begin. Consider me a fan of your work. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 06/22/09 at 07:41 PM Quie humorous take on a feeling of "self righteousness". Wouldn't know about the joint or bong but you've captured brilliantly the sense of self satisfaction of the self righteous! |
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