"Don't trust in stocks
or the dollar or the roof
He put over your head.
Don't trust in your senses
or your logic or your reason."
The difficulty comes
when the sweat on his neck
reflects the glint of his rings
and I start to calculate
how many steaks belt his gut
and how many holes
he had to punch in the leather
around his waist just this morning,
but I start to believe
that maybe Jesus is holding
up the loops of his pressed white pants.
"Rational thinking is
the slippery slope-"
So buy a level. The value in
being yelled at once a week
by someone too far away
to strangle
is
"-trust in the power of
the Lord and Him alone.
You can't do it on your own.
Let him guide you. Open-"
With the wallets again?
I was hoping He would move him
to say 'hearts'
this time. Maybe I should
tip better. Funny how
even He insists you should only be allowed
to get what you pay for.
Seems like a pretty
human assertion
"-he can restore your-"
please say dignity
"-trust in the restorative power-"
of a clean pair of socks.
I'm rubbing my toes
against the soles of my shoe tip
and the threads
are simply amazing.
