Armed with righteous conformity
the zealots rang my bell
Came calling on a cleaning day,
in that remote country hell
Spotted me before I did them
my attention on wringing the mop
No choice but to answer
and before I could ask them to stop
Carefully scripted narrative
tumbled from pious lips
Bemused, I noted neither blink
as I, stark naked, stood hands on hips.
(Image my own)
One Woman's Quest 