THAT ONE CHURCH MEMBER
You know the type – they sing too loud,Their hands are raised above the crowd.They “Hallelujah!” on repeat,Then post it live with shaky beat.Their phone more saved than even them.They dance with joy at every song,Then criticise the choir’s wrong.They hug the pastor, front and bold,Then mutter gossip cold as gold.“Amen,” they end – then…
