POEM 15695

God

right now 

your child 

feels lower

than Hell

but  I believe 

you can tell

yeah, that I need a drink 

from your well 

yeah, before I sink

or a feed 

from your word 

yeah because

right now 

somehow 

I'm just a lost little  bird  

who feels 

like a real turd

that just needs to pass 

from the ass of life

BUT YOU, CHRIST

just keep waking me up

and wishing luck

yeah, Lord 

if I had a buck

for just how much

your rooster 

loves cluck 

I would be so rich.

yeah, I'm talkin' bout

oil from ditch 

or an orchard 

with pits galore 

BUT 

INSTEAD 

MY HEAD 

AND HEAD 

ARE 

SO SORE

yeah, Father,

please 

NO MORE 

NO MORE