Help From On High
HELP FROM ON HIGH
I’m a burglar by profession,
I work hard every night,
Robbing the rich to help the poor.
Well. I’m poor so that’s all right
You may believe I’m a sinner
And that, come the judgement day,
I won’t be going to heaven
But heading the other way.
Tonight I’m robbing a warehouse,
With electrical items galore.
And I’m doing it, quite confident
I’ve nothing to fear from the law
There’ll be no retribution
As I strip things from the shelves.
For I have it on good authority;
God helps those who help themselves
7th February 2023
Proverbial Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Margarita Lillico
Copyright © Bryn Strudwick | Year Posted 2023
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