Poems of Lighthouse Bob
Omniscient #344
Omniscient And we say, "Come," Lord, but, You say, "Go!" Then, we say, "Yes," Lord, but, You say, "No!" Like the wind, the wind it blows sometimes here and sometimes fro and where it blows next, well, no one knows, so, what will You say? Do we know? I heard about this young man who loved an Eskimo and the funny thing about this lad was that he really didn't like the snow much, though, his little Pocahontas should live in Siberia, you know, where it snows … And we say, "Come," Lord, but, You say, "Go!" Then, we say, "Yes," Lord, but, You say, "No!" Like the wind, the wind it blows sometimes here and sometimes fro and where it blows next, well, no one knows, so, what will You say? Do we know? … and, then, the young man threw up his arms and said, "Hello! Does anybody here hear me? I've got this dilemma! I love this young woman who should live in the snow and, well, I don't know if I should stay or go, You Know, to Siberia !!!" And we say, "Come," Lord, but, You say, "Go!" Then, we say, "Yes," Lord, but, You say, "No!" Like the wind, the wind it blows sometimes here and sometimes fro and where it blows next, well, no one knows, so, what will You say? Do we know? … and, then, the soft still voice, well, kind of, the soft still voice that screams down from the second floor of a three story apartment complex… "You Idiot! We're not Eskimos! We're Escobar's and we're moving away from you, You Know, to Suburbia!!!" |
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Omniscient #344
Omniscient #344
