The Greatest Poet That Never Was Poem by bob eichen

The Greatest Poet That Never Was

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WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?
I've been at church, praying.
WHY PRAY DUDE? GOD'S NOT A WISHING WELL TO GRANT YOUR WISHES.
I just like to praise him.
THAT'S LIKE A FLEA PRAYING TO YOU. GOD KNOWS HOW GREAT HE IS COMPARED TO YOU. WHY PRAY AND BOTHER HIM?
I feel better when I talk with him.
HE KNOWS YOUR EVERY THOUGHT, PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE. WHY PRAY TO TELL HIM WHAT HE ALREADY KNOWS?
Well, my priest tells me to.
OH! IS THAT THE GOOD PRIEST, THE PEDOPHILE PRIEST, OR THE DRUNKEN PRIEST, WHO ADVISES PRAYER?
Look, I want to be the greatest poet who ever lived. It's not coming naturally,
so I'm praying for a miracle.
OH! AND HOW'S THAT WORKIN' OUT FOR YOU?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Patti Masterman 21 July 2009

Maybe you should solicit the other camp for help..you know. go to the crossroads, by a cemetery, at midnight....(smile)

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