c4c. Thanks

I’ve stood neck deep in muck before
But this time I had had enough.
So I ran to the phone on the wall
dialing the number below 911, G.O.D
as I heard silence I began to drum
the sounds of a typical beat;
come on, come on
come on, come on
come on, come on, come on
come on, come on
come on, come on
come on, come on, come on,
and then it started to ring,
HA! I said, and quit drumming
for my ears had other means now.
I must have sat and stood up
at least four times a minute,
brimming with anticipation, then
my mind turned sharp to a side road
and began sketching who would answer;
a fat god, a shaggy god, a mutant god,
a furry god, or maybe a family of gods,
then it hit me. I probably cant even speak god.
DUH! I said aloud. god can speak american.
and I assumed it was still ringing.
Maybe he’s on the shi.tter I thought,
but you'd think he'd have a phone there too right?
of course, He's probably hunting down the wireless.
I sat on the kitchen counter to wait but heard
faint sounds of boot stompin yee haw music
seeping out of the living room radio
reminding me of how I hated it, but
now only realizing that when you can
listen, tolerate and like country music
that you've actually felt real love.
CLICK, I hung up, and walked away asking
was there even an answering service?
Last edited by mindtrek at Feb 17, 2009,
black dot. i'll be back.
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