The Jig Is Up
You don’t want to hear his laughter.
When this Father has to come down there
like in don’t make me come downstairs…
When the Lord laughs;
when he scoffs,
all bets are off.
You’ll be dizzy
when you see the hosts of heaven,
the giant scepter…
the crown.
He is enthroned in heaven.
There is no better place.
This kingdom can never be replaced.
You can’t kick @ ss.
You will certainly be thinking
in the waiting cell
of all the h #ll
you’ve put people through.
I can see you calculating excuses—
why they deserved it.
And it was fun…remember.
You’ll be sheepishly smiling
but with each clank
of an opening cell
you’ll be sweating,
anxiety replenishing,
sick with a tummy ache.
This can’t be real…
close your eyes.
It's only a nightmare.
But your senses
are all too clear,
top form
in fact.
For the really big mistakes
dad made you wait…
and this is a really big whopper…
So you grow angry
curse and swear
using every profanity.
You see it n*e*v*e*r
occurs to you
to get down on your knees.
Gravity calls;
the jig is up.
Key turns in the lock
9/8/2021
Psalm 2
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment