Two-Faced

This two-faced little town
Has seventy four churches.
I counted.
But if Jesus isn’t your man,
There are at least as many
meth labs.

Two crowds / two ever recurring hungers.
Both acknowledge meth is cheap
And a hell of a lot stronger.

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