high society jesus
does just what pleases
those highfalutin’ sensibilities
of the white porch rhesus
escaping the city diseases
for those godly ocean breezes,
blowing down the pilgrim’s pathway—
did you know?—population increases.
wealthy soul salvation freezes
for serious hotel building—which eases
the financial needs of the town,
material abstinence thenceforth ceases—
still can’t buy wine for cheeses.
sing too loud?—the cop beat seizes
anyone who breaks the serenity code;
the cost to live is what squeezes.
come! but hope no one sneezes
and angers the white rhesus;
you’ll be shown the way out
by high society jesus.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, September 16, 2026.
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Good write, Tristan.
Thank you, Jerry. Much appreciated, my friend. 🌊⛪🚪🙏
Erm, any spinach, wool for knitting, or sabres there?! lol. Popeye & Co want to know. But why? WCAT!!
LOL...I knew WCAT would eventually send Popeye, the knitters, and the sabre squad to Ocean Grove, Orchi. They’ll probably be shown the way out for making too much noise. As for spinach...at this point we're calling it seawed. 🤣 Argh. 🌊⛪🚪🙏
Another fine write friend
Thank you, my friend...I’m glad you enjoyed the little pilgrimage. 🌊⛪🚪🙏
I did indeed
A purchased and sanitized Jesus appears only to those who have the money. Nicely written Tristian. Some churches pass the hat, others have a box, others take checks and some credit cards but I have only been to one that asked only for rice and beans to feed the poor. A spiritualist church.
That church sounds worth remembering, Soren...there’s a world of difference between performing charity and actually feeding the poor. 🌊⛪🚪🙏
So true my friend
Oh my goodness, you are so correct in what you wrote about the New Jersey Shore. Growing up on Long Island in Southampton, we occasionally went there, but we never figured out why people were so rude, even to locals. They degraded people; we always called it the wannabe Place! And yet they still wipe their butts as we do.😅😂Your poem addresses themes of class disparity, societal expectations, and the tensions between wealth and genuine human connection. I loved how you painted a picture of a society that prioritizes appearances and materialism, while critiquing the lack of authenticity and empathy among its members.
LOL...“the wannabe Place” and “they still wipe their butts as we do” absolutely took me out! 🤣 Thank you, Friendship. For me, the Jersey Shore is completely legit...some really phenomenal beaches, boardwalks, night life...but so are those attitudes...as a lifelong (barring my most recent 2 year stint in PA) New Jerseyan, I certainly know exactly what you mean. And yes...most of us do wipe our butts too in New Jersey...perhaps barring around the Port Elizabeth area! Low blow to Port Elizabeth, I know 🤣! 🌊⛪🚪🙏
LoL as much as I adore peace and quiet man, that town would be too much for me. 🤣
LOL...you’d need to whisper your way through town, Teddy, and even then somebody would probably call the cops for violation of their whisper ordinance 777. Don't clink the wine glass too hard as you sip Welch's grape juice. That breaks the clink ordinance 333. It's a dry town too! So...when are you leaving Florence to arrive at their world-class shore town? Or you can rock out with as much drink and cannabis as you can stand with at the Stone Pony and in Asbury Park, next town over. My recommendattion! LOL! 🤣 🌊⛪🚪🙏
LoL 😂
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