Take Weekends Off Poem by James Onuska

God speaks to all kinds of people.
Please listen, we feel a normal tug at our heart strings.
Let me bring something concrete to the proceedings.
You can lead me anywhere and I would go.
First you must throw a brick thru.
I'm dealing with an old case, let me brace myself.
I had no help, get it wet not as yet.
I build up the bets, let us not cross wires.
Can't slow me down, the concord can fly.
Apply the new one, reasons will surface soon enough.
Kick the stand, have it your way.
You were a terror, I can do play by play.
There are still gray spots, let them do it justice.
It's still a hot spot, walk on wood.
You are too brainy, wax works.
I would if I had a piece of one.
Keep it going, I have no follow up.
Try to form a group, riding a cloud.
I will try to be reasonable.
I have flat feet, it's no joke.
Will you mature soon.
It's been a real boon for the economy.
Keep me in feathers. Don't learn to cuss. It was no fuss. Must I have an excuse.
What so often worries me. It is unsightly. Keeps me outspoken on certain issues.
They were fleeting and diminished. The slower ones are busy. You are in capable hands. It is off the cuff. It sounds just as tough. It's rough going. It blew by you. Take the more scenic route. I have a gash on my right elbow. Never sized it up. Going to jump off. I'm striking out on my own. No one took a purity pledge. I have a hedge to myself. I need a wedge. Get it before it goes over the hedge. Heads are longer now. It heads for the forest. It's hard to describe. Bribe someone. Looking underneath, it won't bring panic. Hide in the attic, it's not automatic. I plan to still jump. Land on a hump. Break out the stereotypes. What hype. It skips mostly. It takes practice. I hope it works out for you. Who grew it tall. Who hears it call out.
It is void, when it hit my face. I have the nerve to bring it up. What came knocking.
I will not be heartless. It's bound to be a mess. There was no hesitation on my part. Take weekends off. Don't be a blimp in the picture. Counselors are standing by. It came as a glimpse, its snowy white beard. Build on that to be exact. You may never see your father again. Shadow the pages. It surely will fade. Unbroken.