A Dog Breath, Or A Bird Brained, Sinner? Poem by Michael Gale

The cobwebs keep on growing, and infesting mine pearch...My troubled life seems to have doubled and left me in the lurch.

Do I say what now, do I belong in a church? ...Yes how?

I must learn to cancel out my aggravational...Occasional?

Am I rational? ...Heck no! , I know!

Read thy Bible kind kindred soul...Goodness of all, should be my goal.

Listen-And you should hear the wind, rattle your loosely and unwedge'ed pebbles...Do yon duty and feed your dog, his bits and Kibbles!