Righteousness

I always feel Righteousness
is just a little bit too pleased with itself.
That may be unjust of me, yet I can’t help but
picture it stamping its petulant right foot
and displaying some righteous indignation,
then getting so hot under the collar
that it gives itself a pain in the chest and stomach
which its brain translates as being indigestion
but that turns out to be a heart attack.