Pray for hope
Why, you've already got it-
Does God hope for prayer?
He must have it.
Summon the dentists,
The dirt poor farmers and their life insurance policies
Pray, farmers, pray on your corduroy knees
To a father who bends to hear the shuffling of your fill-out forms
Give up on your hope
Go on - give up on your prayers
But find yourselves back at the dentist's office
Farmers, you know hope.
6 comments:
Three poems today to appease those of you who have waited so patiently during finals week. There may be fewer in the future since summer is perhaps less mentally stimulating and since I'm in Vienna for a month or so. We'll see how that goes, I guess. Give me lots and lots of comments, please!
idk - this one is kind of weird. Aquatic girl seemed to like it, but I'm not sure if that detracts from my perception of it being weird... tehe. Thoughts?
I really don't know what to think of it.... it's really... interesting??? The dentists bit is random but I like the line Pray, farmers, pray on your corduroy knees. Get image from that. Does this have to do with Aquatic Girl and her confession?
And what did I miss out at the sleepover????
no, not really. Dentists have a really high suicide rate. Originally, I called it "Address to the American Dental Association." But I like "Life Insurance" better.
mahoo...
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