An Mba

An MBA God just told me to write this one. My problem is whether to send it to Father Dave or not who this is in reference to. So many sins I may have already done Yet you still are my savior and most holy one Even though great songs I may have sang Which whole entire house they all brang. You like bowling people over with your math And make our minds have to take a bath I'm sure is nothing compared to yours You have all the solutions and even cures. While our abilities are horrible and horrendous, Yours always seem to be so stupendous; Compared to yours, ours is nothing at all Your mind's much larger and ours is so small. You are now saying Horn surely you jest Why would you think my mind is the best? I am brilliant you have heard me say And to prove it, I even have an MBA. James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran www.poetrysoup.com www.story-telling-around-the-world.com