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Lent

“How has business been?”

“Busy. Slow. No rhyme or
Reason to it. One day it
Is non-stop. The next,
It is dead.
How about you?”

“We have lent going on,
So it is all fish-
Fish fries, fish this, fish that.
I’m so damn tired of fish.”

“Well, I’m a Catholic but
I eat meat everyday.
If I am going to hell for that
So be it.”

“I know I’ll be right there
With you.”

“I’ve done so much wrong
Already. I know I will go
To Hell either way. I don’t mind
Much. Send me there.
It can’t be much
Worse than here.”