The Most Honest Blasphemy, The Lord Would Be Proud. Poem by Sandra Dodd
The Most Honest Blasphemy, The Lord Would Be Proud.
Lord,
Please if you
would not mind
Go away
leave me be
until the week
before I die
You see I am
wicked selfish being
Not wanting two
but all the slices
of the pie
the last one being
repenting
of the first seven.
So I will play
a while longer
just my way
Come on back
just before you plan
to check me out of here
We will share
that slice that assures
I go to heaven!
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