all these poems with attitude
a big huge middle finger raised in the second stanza
I don’t really care about what you’re so upset about
read a psalm
that’s the other thing they’re always pickin’ on Jesus
still pickin on Him just like at Golgotha
I’m happy just to order a pizza
wait for the mail to show up
know the breath of my Lord
and when the crap does finally get in my pants
I’ll be wiping it away just fine