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D Randle Poem
Beep!
Yo! this GOD
You most likely calling
Cause time don got hard
You either got yourself put in jail
Got send to hell
Or maybe things just not going so well
But I’ll hear you out anyway
If you got seriously injured
Trying to be a hero press zero
If you want forgiveness
For what you’ve done
Then press one
If you got a life changing situation
To make and you don’t know what to do
Then press two
If you want to be more like me
But you’re a he/she
Then press three
If you’ve been masturbating or fornicating
And woke up with a purplish sore
Then press four
If you’re barely breathing
Barely alive
Then press five
If you’re currently being beaten
With sticks
Then Press six
If your want salvation to get in heaven
Press seven
To find a GOD fearing soul mate or date
Then Press eight
If your calling to thank GOD and
Everything is fine
Then Press nine
If none of your concerns have been on the count down
Press pound
But if you’re really tried of this
Press the Asterisk
And your call will be sent to the next available
Divinitive representative
If you’re calling to ask GOD for some money to barrow
100 year is only a day to GOD
So hold your breath if he says
He’ll call you tomorrow
If you can’t get thought and you on crack
Please hang up and call back
Copyright © D Randle | Year Posted 2005
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D Randle Poem
This morning I woke up singing
In my bed
With church bells ringing
In my head
For soon I will be wed
To the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen
Often I call her my autumn ever green queen
She could careless if I am a king or a peasant
She got me cheesing as a kid at Christmas time
Opening present after present
From the moment our eyes meet
To the present
As been heavenly pleasant
She loves no one more then me
Except GOD
And trying to compete with God is hard
So I’m not even gon attempt to try
I’m not even gon attempt to lie
I love this girl
More then I love this world
I didn’t have to wait
For I know I had found my mate
On our first date
I arrived a little late
So we could ride in a horse drawn carriage
That same night she accepted my hand in marriage
Now we ride canoes
Through matrimonial taboos
Wear matching tattoos
Inked by hugs and kisses
She no longer goes by Ms. but Mrs.
God is a mighty god
She’s my constant reminder
Since she lives folded neatly in my psychosomatic binder
I’ll have to let you know the rest
As soon as I find her
Copyright © D Randle | Year Posted 2005
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With more accuracy then
A precision guided missile
It’s time to make this official
Clear as a crystal
Let’s get married
So you could get carried
Over the broom
To a rose filled presidential room
It’s just me, my honey, and light
Made available by the moon
Room service won’t call or come any time soon
Cause that’s just the first night
Of our two week honey moon
Your world is now apart of my world
I want a little boy
And you want a little girl
So we threw out the protection
Hold up, hold up
I forgot to paint the picture about the reception
How you walked down the isle
With an angelic smile
Everything and everybody’s body
Was covered in white
From my patted leather Jordan’s
To the four layer cake
And for Christ sake
I couldn’t wait
I never was good at the dating games
So I got ecstatic
At the chance to exchange names
Copyright © D Randle | Year Posted 2005
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