SAMMY YOU'VE GOT MAIL
I am imagining how you look today,
perhaps you do not have time
to cut your nails anymore
no time to trim your beard and
shape it like a nest for a bird
no time to wash & shampoo your hair
to give it a flowery smell
no time to brush your teeth to make
then appear pearly white to the girls
perhaps you have not taken a bath
for forty days and so you stink like
an unwanted skunk on the lake
why Sammy? don't you like the beauty
and goodness of life anymore?
why? do people shy away from you
or you shy away from them?
what did you put at the center of your
universe? God or you?
Sammy life has got a lot to offer
If and If you make God as its center.
Try it, and if all these else fails
Come to me I'll give you the best
Assistance for the suicide in your life.
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