Jehovah’s witnesses

Their eyes apologized as they spoke,

two earnest men, smiling,

backing away as I opened the door.

We’re having an event, we wanted

to invite you.

When they were gone I read of loyalty,

God’s to us and ours to Him.

I saw the next door

and the next eyes.

You have hit the jackpot

By reading this poem.

Or actually, no, sorry,

by reading this you’ve in fact injested

poetic cookies, which are non-material,

semi-nutritive enzymes that excrete a

phosphorous-like substance in the brain.

While benign, these cookies do produce

occasional light shows in the cranial cavity.

If you are against cookies –

if you are really sure you really

do not like cookies and will not

accept out cooky policy

(but who doesn’t like cookies?),

then you can remove them by simply

returning in time to before

you hit the jackpot.