What Else But This To Do To While Away a Sunday

If Sunday be only meant for the sole purpose of quiet reflection and contemplations A day upon which to rest take in and ponder our own individual actions Of this here presiding week just that just passed us all bye Then surely enough what I am in effect actually doing here Is penning my own imitable confession To the Church of Soup itself Not so much for and asking for forgiveness nor seeking redemption But rather for the sake of my own wellbeing self preservation As a means of which may relieve the stress this here past week has placed upon my brittle mental health I am trying my very level best not to be swallowed up drown underneath If only in the hope as God permitted will not sadly not be able or it willing to answer to any of my prayers Maybe just then there is a member of the soup out there Who actually is and maybe also will be willing to And that will do me just fine as well As beggars and losers do not have the luxury of being choosers If and once god has stood them up for the umpteenth countless time again Until they themselves must have to eventually realize How much louder could the message possibly be And sadly they don't even have friends otherwise perhaps they may before now have been able To have told them and let them know How to know how to take a hint