It snowed last night
Taking the hopes for an early spring
Smashing them through the pines
On a wicked west wind
Which bent the trees
Like blackened gouls
I saw when I looked from
the bathroom window
when I was
taking a
dump
last night.
Goldam sayeth I
Look at that goshdarn snow
Catapulted like
Little specks
of Godshit
against our souls
And so
today
When I take my walk awayyyyyyyy
cross town
To see my daughter and
My granchildren
I will think on this
and resolve
Never to
go to church
again.
Screw
March
Taking the hopes for an early spring
Smashing them through the pines
On a wicked west wind
Which bent the trees
Like blackened gouls
I saw when I looked from
the bathroom window
when I was
taking a
dump
last night.
Goldam sayeth I
Look at that goshdarn snow
Catapulted like
Little specks
of Godshit
against our souls
And so
today
When I take my walk awayyyyyyyy
cross town
To see my daughter and
My granchildren
I will think on this
and resolve
Never to
go to church
again.
Screw
March