Prayer To The Powergods Poem by Nat Z. Punx
Prayer To The Powergods
spring is in the air
and somewhere
there is a union electrician
he's got my number
i'm on his list
soon he will pick me
unless some greater force
some higher power
deters him
maybe a unquenchable thrist for liquor
it won't be long
he will plull the plug
and i will be in darkness
truly powerless
i am a slave to the electron
free floating subatomic particle
benny, you were a cocksucker
go fly a kite
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