A Grateful Servant Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

A Grateful Servant

why have you chosen me
what is it you want me to be
fur no one listens to thee
ignorant unfortunately

is it some kind o' trick
te play with this mind so sick
yet this body I know you protect
and for that I show great respect

it is I who have taken this life
through alcohol drugs and the knife
I blame you not for the strife
fur it was you who helped me survive

let them destroy themselves
for it is they who have made their own hell
in primitive ego they dwell
so why do you care pray tell

if you want to use me you can
spirit god alien
{and} i'll go along with your plan
even though I do not understand

Wednesday, July 13, 2016
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