If Only At Least 47 People View This Poem There Will Be No Xmas This Year

GOD CRAM IT Hey lady, it’s time to rise and shine And the first thing she does is to woefully whine Talking about wine I need about a liter or two You’ll never know how tormenting you were until I said “I do” Isn’t it ironic that every time you think God has let up on you for a while He steals your most cherished item or lover along with a rented smile At exactly the point you know that hope is a thing of the past for you God sneaks up and grants something too good to be true And see, that’s my point, it seems so good that it can’t be real And only forty-seven angels in Heaven know the way I feel But based on past experience and what I’ve been through Ain’t nothing new about him cursing me with you But as love doubled, tripled and exponentially increased God kicks me in the ass and says “sorry, that lover was just leased” He adds a remark like “and I won’t allow you to tell her about Me and you who ever you are, God’s son, Jesus just make her love for me again become true So ironic as it seems, oh shoot, that whore robbed me, I know And I can tell you in exquisite detail just where He and that whore can go She’s simply the latest lady to jump in and out of my life of late And now she is second only to God whom I hate © 2011….Phreepoetree! And what do you mean by your time is almost over?