Outer Darkness
But he that had received one talent went and digged in the earth, and hid his lord’s money. (Matthew 25:18)
Sure, give a handout to the guy
Who begs for coins from passersby.
Pretend his story’s not a lie;
Be called a saint.
Or give your cash to institutes
Well-staffed by stiffs in pricey suits
Whose tendency to bear small fruits
They call “restraint.”
Your best attempts at helping hurt.
You go ahead and give your shirt;
I’ll keep my talent in the dirt,
Free from all taint.
Coleman Glenn 