If Only At Least 47 People View This Poem There Will Be No Xmas This Year
GOD CRAM IT
Hey lady, it’s time to rise and shine
And the first thing she does is to woefully whine
Talking about wine I need about a liter or two
You’ll never know how tormenting you were until I said “I do”
Isn’t it ironic that every time you think God has let up on you for a while
He steals your most cherished item or lover along with a rented smile
At exactly the point you know that hope is a thing of the past for you
God sneaks up and grants something too good to be true
And see, that’s my point, it seems so good that it can’t be real
And only forty-seven angels in Heaven know the way I feel
But based on past experience and what I’ve been through
Ain’t nothing new about him cursing me with you
But as love doubled, tripled and exponentially increased
God kicks me in the ass and says “sorry, that lover was just leased”
He adds a remark like “and I won’t allow you to tell her about Me and you who ever
you are, God’s son, Jesus just make her love for me again become true
So ironic as it seems, oh shoot, that whore robbed me, I know
And I can tell you in exquisite detail just where He and that whore can go
She’s simply the latest lady to jump in and out of my life of late
And now she is second only to God whom I hate
© 2011….Phreepoetree!
And what do you mean by your time is almost over?
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