UNINVITED GUESTS
If my doorbell rings, and I’m not expecting anyone,
it’s almost always a visit from the Jehovah’s Witnesses
who make their rounds in my neighborhood to promote
their religion, and often leave a Watchtower Magazine.
They’re certain Armageddon predictions are on the way.
Only 144,000 “Anointed ones” can enter God’s invisible dwelling place.
If they are correct, and I become a believer,
I can stop worrying about saving for retirement,
and contributing to 529 for my grandkid’s education.
I can go back to eating at Wendy’s and MacDonald’s,
and will no longer shop for Christmas and Easter
or have to remember to floss my teeth.
But, if I need a blood transfusion, I can kiss my ass goodbye.
Milton P. Ehrlich 199 Christie St. Leonia,