I thought I’d share with you a poem I wrote a long time ago.

Good Friday

Lord,

They say today Your Son was killed

To save the world from sin,

But just next door in 804

They’re fighting over gin.

And right outside my window

Little Johnny’s getting high

And throwing rocks and cherry bombs

At every passerby.

And Ruby called me yesterday

‘Cause Jake’s in jail again,

And just right now I wish that I

Was fighting over gin.

Now I know Your ways aren’t always clear,

And who am I to say,

But it seems that its been mighty long

That I have had to pay.

And love your neighbor’s

Alright with me

And turn the other cheek,

But if Heaven is my just reward,

Could you spare a little peek.

‘Cause just right now I gotta say

That I can’t take much more

Of doors that close in front of me

And Mama scrubbin’ floors.

Now they say today Your Son was killed

To save the world from sin,

But just right now I think I’ll go

And get myself some gin.

–Mark E.P. Roberts (teachermandc)