Treasure Island

Mark Heathcote

(22/03/66 / Manchester)

The good Lord is a dull stone in my shoe


The good Lord is a dull stone in my shoe
I’m too lazy to shake him lose…
He jolts my conscience, as I take issue.
He makes me limp; sore are my sinews…

He reminds us; that jettisoned,
Ammo’s don’t care where, they fall…
They’re propelled, bastioned-
In the belief; man’s many shortfalls…

Like gravity, make a heel dog?
And, I guess a loyal friend.
Course this is only, a prologue!
To his righteous, journeys end.

Submitted: Thursday, October 03, 2013
Edited: Saturday, October 05, 2013

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