Ah this skin
That does not
Cling to bones
That bloats and sags
The hair in rags
Are you
Taking me
Lord
Are you taking me
Home?
My soles ache
I cannot
Stand too long
My butt's weight
Makes sitting wrong
Oh God
The only nice
Position's prone
But if I do
I'll soon see You
Which would be Heaven
Indeed. But
All I want to know
Is, When
Will this end, Lord
Are you
Taking me
God
Are you taking me
Home?
February 7, 2009
10:45-11:01 pm