my life has been a parade
passing me by
there it goes again
here I go again
straining in the crowd
craning my neck trying to see
when I am much too short
and so is life
the sky is talking today
but not loud enough
it should have rained a long time ago
the soreness in my throat
the dryness of the leaves
the parched grass are all
testament to a thirsty earth
I am thirsty as the earth
I wish it would rain
and Noah's ark would come
the shrew woman upstairs has got to be
the boss of me and my life
she wrote me a letter to inform me I
can't go around no more and be
feeding those birds NO MORE
and especially not that baby crow that
fell far out of the tree
and nearly died...for
they are pestilence
if I continue with this nonsense I will
be evicted for no cause
she has her nose so far up everything
its a wonder she can breathe
and she calls herself a missionary's wife
and a fine upstanding Christian woman,
Jesus would have had a talk with her.
He would've said:
"Woman, you ain't got no feeling.
(that's actually me talking as the voice of
Jesus, I admit.) Woman, go and sin no mo'.
For it be a sin not to open your heart."
"Lord, Lord, I say unto you...
cause there is no prayer for it in me
the world is filled to the brim with folks
who ain't got no feelings...
it makes me feel real lonesome
and powerful overwhelmed
is this why I feel I'm stuck on the
wrong end of the parade...
trying to see one
instead of be one?
Copyright August 13, 2014
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