Fool's PrayerA Poem by epiphoney
Hi mom!
It's good to still be alive It's a good feeling being being a being being a live being thanks for all the neat stuff thanks for the water and spark plugs and soup and thanks for soap and snot oh...and thanks for fire (I really like the fire) and all the swell stuff there is that burns thanks again for the water (it is wonderful) all of it's forms and colors and flavors and states and thanks for the stars and all the space between them and thanks for self-help media and blisters and vomit and screwdrivers and rusty nails and broken fingernails and all the other mixed drinks and I'm thankful for the warm feeling I get when I s**t my pants thanks for ravens and dog-foxes and kids and names for the streets and the nameless chuckholes that we somehow find names for thanks for the countless tons of garbage you create each day thanks for the farmers and blankets and sleep thanks for heart attacks and problems of all sorts and that my life hasn't ended yet and that I can sense your presence thanks for the halves and the holes and a******s like me the have-naughts and fractions thanks for all the nuclear waste and all there is yet to come and for putting the past where it can't hurt me so bad any more thanks for the fish and the salad and beer and the colors I see when I want out of here! thanks for shoes and lightning and yelling contests and my uncanny ability to rarely be wrong thanks for all of the laughs and laughter and fears thanks for hearing my sarcasm thanks for taking my friends and sparing my adversaries thanks for aids and Hitler and Bozos and clams thanks for poverty and property and bigotry and hypocrisy thanks for music and dance and especially the pro-creative dance (even if in vain) thanks for my dick (it's a great way to pee) thanks for this prison, this poison, this greed the torment, the there, this here, this now this confusion, this bliss thanks for starvation and Rolex and Timex and farts and fences and thieves and manufacturers of paper products thanks for onions and the moon....ooooooo...the moon thank dad for me too thank goodness for the evil thank you for the truth thanks for the lunch breaks and after dinner snacks thanks for the dogs (they know we're their friends) thanks for the cats (they think we belong to them) thanks for the beavers and can openers and rust and thanks for orders and odors and trust thanks for betrayal and betrothal and mud thanks for bleeding ulcers and brooms thanks for making women c***s so we'd have a place to come from, and come in, and on...... thanks for toothpicks thanks for cadavers thanks for caring thanks for under-understanding thanks for my infinite patience and my finite wit and my role as a fool thanks for the surf and the Van Allen belt thanks for whats left of the sixties and the ability to pray thanks for the lessons I ignore every day thanks for Spaniards and hypodermics and squeegees and rope and squirrels and monkeys and lizards and spokes thanks for leaving, thanks for snow thanks for having and heaving and stamps and my sorrow and my grief and my pity thanks for heaven and hell thanks for queers and plans and road maps and fans thanks for the pat on the head and the kick in the a*s thanks for the enigma and puzzles and rice thanks for the start and a chance and a heart thanks for the brain even if it is in my pants thanks for the time and the pain and the cycles and birth and the end of the road and the long way home thanks for getting me here and now and letting me know that I really don't know thanks for everything and nothing (but especially for nothing) Ah......women © 2013 epiphoneyReviews
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