Dialing God's Number
I'm phoning the Lord,
I hope he picks up,
I must register a complaint,
About something that ain't,
For me, no over-runneth cup,
My lawyer ran away,
With what money I had,
And I treated him so well
That weasely old cad...
Yes, turns out my lawyer was bad,
Left me here broken, crying
hopeless, and terribly sad...
I got a busy signal,
Would expect little less,
It's true of my life,
I've made such a mess...
Ten minutes later
I tried once again,
And my luck held, bad
as it usually does
Bad luck, not good,
it always appears was
This time I cried,
Out loud, thoughts
turned quite obscene,
Seems I am the first one
to get God's answering
machine
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2007
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