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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