Donuts Only

Like a red state's

Baptist fervor

Like a small town's

Unsolved murder

Some secrets are just

Best resting in the tombs

Of buried thought-slums

As for Texas: donuts

Only - you cannot

Find bagels here

And I'll reserve my

Highest Hosannas

For the communion song

That served with light beer

And a chorus that inspires

The score played in my

Myth-steeped years

"There's a hole you shan't fall into"

Sang the church choir's young male leeds

In our home team's jersey robes

Sewn by our sisters moms and nieces

This you gave us although worthless

Fed five decades' dormant hustle

In result his life was rubbish

Celebrated Yes but rubbish