Dirty Clothes And Divinity

I have to do my laundry.
I dread the mechanical chores
we're all obliged to as humans.
Some harvest of civility or
joyless token of decency.

Crap,
I didn't brush my teeth,
either.

If I could make a single
complaint toward life,
I'd scoff with disdain at
the notion of familiarity.

Here's my answer to the
'If I were God, ' question:
I'd make everyone fascinated
and new.
I'd give them infant eyes.

...that's a lie.

If I were God,
I'd probably be rich and
chiseled....

I'd be a god of passion
and lust,
driven by the thirst of drinking
a person's soul from between
their legs...

Come on,
...Wouldn't you?

LIAR!

by Eric Gibson

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