On Being Two-Faced Poem by L MILTON HANKINS

How disconcerting to discover
The truth about some folks
We had come to love and admire
Like Mabel the local teacher who
Directed our little church choir
Sundays, she exuded radiance
All sweetness, love, and grace
In front of her weekday classes
She was mean as a poisonous snake.
The reverend who everyone adored
A holy man, some were convinced,
An example of the Lord
I heard his finest sermon
When he stepped upon a rake.
I have come to believe, my friends,
As the years have rolled slowly by
Very few people are actually living
Like they are prepared to die
And when all is said and done,
The record books completely full
In order to get into heaven, I think,
It will pay to have some pull.