God reward me
For my patience
My putting up with all this terrible business
I don't care if others
Have said the same
I'm not to blame
If they think like me
I decided to be blind
To them. I know you're kind
And you won't mind
If I stole some of your time
You see I have a terrible life
Sometimes I have a terrible wife
Sometimes I go in circles to reach for the knife
That got stuck in my back
That was just a joke
That's how we like to laugh we city folk
Anyway, seriously I waited
That's ok. I can wait some more
But I don't know what I'm waiting for
Whatever I had before, I don't want…please…more
Back to my point
God reward me for putting up with the people in block number ten
You remember when
I wished all sort of evil things done to them
But then felt as if I was one of them
God reward me for that
For not badmouthing the-rushing-in-the-puddles car
Or the man who sold me faulty goods saying they were made in industrial heaven
Or not cursing the plastic finish that looks real enough to show off
Please reward me
I feel I deserve it
If you don't reward me now
Then please preserve it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem