I prayed to the god of shower water
"Couldn't you make it a wee bit hotter?"
I muttered while sprawled on the living room chair
"My back isn't straight and it's just not fair!"
I screamed at the sky while driving my Colt
"This car smells like dog and it's ALL YOUR FAULT!"
And when I died 'stead of joining the saints
I was forced to relive all of my complaints.



1 comments:
I like the metaphors in this. Really seeing the imagery.
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