Marty King Poet Rhyme

A Room That I Go To

i ought to be having fun
here i am in a pile named bill
i wish i was relaxing in the sun
here i am banging my head and getting ill

there is a Room that i go to 
where Prayer is The Ultimate Trip
there is a Wonderful Person that i Throw To
He is just the Hippest of The Hip

i ought to be enjoying the view
here i am drowning in more cold stress that will soon be the death of me
i wish i was taking in skies with the perfect hue of blue
here i am allowing more heavily weighted ice cold anvils to take what is left of the breath of me 

there is a Room that i go to
where Prayer Provides The Perfectly Adequate Space
there is a Wonderful Person that i Throw To
MAN DO I FULLY WELCOME HIS EVERY EMBRACE!

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