Pardon

Pardon me, Father,
if my sins
offend you.
I enjoyed them.

Pardon me, lady,
if I hold
my place in line.
Your brat’s not cutting.

Pardon me, boss,
I don’t deserve
the crude remarks
at the water cooler.

Pardon me, folks,
but you’re not pardoned.
I don’t do that.
Go ask the POTUS.

©Ardelle Hollis Ray