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Friday, December 30, 2011

Just Desserts

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:

Ben Ditty said...

I like the metaphors in this. Really seeing the imagery.