…no matter where you go…
…there you are…
…it’s hard to be a saint in the city…
…and easy to be a holy man tucked away on a mountain…
…if you put yourself last…
…there is peace…
…knowledge…
…I was told once by a great man…
…that theologians are the worse kind of Christians…
…and I thought of the old lady that gave her last two dimes…
…and gold plated faucets…
…and air conditioned dog houses…
…and making fun of cripples…
…the mentally numb…
…the addicted…
…those that blow themselves up for a reward in heaven…
…and those that use self punishment as a leash…
…the invisible…and I realized that not only had I been called worse…
…I have been powerless to present myself as better…
…every two/three weeks before summer and or Christmas shutdown I chew…
…not much…
…four / five cans…
…to remind myself of my Mother’s addiction…
…how she turned into a werewolf without it…
…for the pain of those whose thirst can not be quenched…
…by doing the same thing over and over and over again to no benefit…
…there is sorrow…
…and that is my two cents worth…
…no matter where you go…
…there you are…
…it’s hard to be a saint in the city…
…and easy to be a holy man tucked away on a mountain…
…if you put yourself last…
…there is peace…
…knowledge…
…I was told once by a great man…
…that theologians are the worse kind of Christians…
…and I thought of the old lady that gave her last two dimes…
…and gold plated faucets…
…and air conditioned dog houses…
…and making fun of cripples…
…the mentally numb…
…the addicted…
…those that blow themselves up for a reward in heaven…
…and those that use self punishment as a leash…
…the invisible…and I realized that not only had I been called worse…
…I have been powerless to present myself as better…
…every two/three weeks before summer and or Christmas shutdown I chew…
…not much…
…four / five cans…
…to remind myself of my Mother’s addiction…
…how she turned into a werewolf without it…
…for the pain of those whose thirst can not be quenched…
…by doing the same thing over and over and over again to no benefit…
…there is sorrow…
…and that is my two cents worth…