poem

I think we should keep hope alive

That maybe the confederate generals

Really turned to stone

Poem in progress

Posterity will see my bratty-ness and praise the lord.

Praise the lord that they weren’t like me.

Praise the Lord that Reepicheep did not visit them

Only to find that the entire apartment

Was empty of life

Except for the three guinea pigs

Who will now go to China.

Reepicheep knows what is going on.

He has seen it in his adventures

Out at sea

And maybe at a city,

Or maybe just at ports.

You can eat the cheese grits now 

Or you can order a meal of scallops.

I’ll take the Mexican Corn

For five thousand.

poem

You’re not supposed to make fun of people’s religion
but what if someone falls down at church

Extra Prayer

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