if God were here right now,
i would offer him a slice of three layer lasagna
i wonder if He would ask for welches grape or purple wine
it would be a First Sunday
it would be the best venting dinner ever
i wonder if God would like garlic bread or texas toast
perhaps i should make a taco salad or one of them cobb salads
for dessert, i wonder if God is lactose intolerant
hmm, i think i will make Him some sugar cookies
i guess that would be safe
nevertheless, at least i know that God will be Good, Nonjudgmental Company
Going With The Flow With God Ain't Soundin' Bad At All Right Now
OOOPS!!!! EGAD!!!!! (CENSORED [forgive me, Father God])!!!!! there goes the dad blasted alarm
the nights go by so fast when you have to work the next day
reality makes my stomach get that pre-work full feeling that i oftentimes get
ESPECIALLY ON MONDAYS.....LIKE TODAY!!!!!
ALEXA, PLAY BOOMTOWN RATS, AND YOU KNOW WHICH ONE!!!!!
Monday is a say like no other
it has a real spirit of its own
for so many, it has real beginnings
unsure of its routes yet to be sown
Remember the hit 'I don't like Mondays'
performed by the Boomtown Rats no less
bringing to focus the negativity displayed
of this day that brings so much stress
Since being retired Mondays different
the knowledge of no work on that day
a Sunday night no longer an utter dread
knowing that this life is here to stay
Mondays voice speaks within aloud
brings into focus out of your mind
listen to this voice being wise
using your poetic pen thus signed
Despite all I've said on Mondays
its 24 hours like all the rest
maybe our mind has tricked us
just enjoy your Monday for its best
(I've been thinking what would Monday have to say to us if that day of the week had a voice? so this is my thoughts considering that very question.)
Walking on the wooden slats
Past the hitching posts
Where cowboys tied their trusty steeds
A town with many ghosts
A boomtown that was lawless
With Doc and all the Earps
Past the Bird Cage Theatre
Where entertainment was rehearsed
Into the famous Big Nose Kate’s
With outlaws playing cards
Hiding ace’s in their sleeves
The danger disregarded
Apparitions of saloon hags
And six gun toting men
Of silver miners in dusty clothes
In this smoky, godless den
Pick up the Tombstone Epitaph
To read the local news
No one shot and no one robbed
According to these reviews
What must it have been like
In this wild and wicked town
In the late 1880’s
When this boomtown was founded
History was in the making
A county seat able to survive
For tourists like us on afternoons
To see that it still thrives
As we drive North and leave this place
Past legendary Boot Hill
All the ghosts put back to rest
Though it still may raise some chills
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