Dear Lord

Dear Lord,

I know you can see me,

That means you can read this.

I’d have called it a plea

But I’m time conscious

Let me call it an emergency

So give me the first priority.

Dear Lord,

Don’t take this as a request,

It is much of a conquest.

I’d have imagined to flee

But at times I am courageous

Let me call it a tragedy;

Just that the minors never won.

Dear Lord,

Don’t slip to slumber,

It’s too early.

I’d have avoided beating the bush

And into your head a nail I’d push

But my nature is one;

Beating around the bush is fine.

Dear Lord,

My neighbor two houses down,

We reside the same street in town,

My neighbor has a daughter,

Her size would qualify a floater,

She eats more than she can,

And there is nothing she can’t have.

Dear Lord,

My neighbor has a wife,

Has a shape; you’d think a bottle of wine.

But Lord, I never take wine,

For not so kind is the price,

Though I was always told

For free, it was made by your son.

Dear Lord,

Pardon me, for I was talking of the wife,

When I erred to the wine,

So the wife is such a spender,

A magnet to splendou,

Not a single day I can remember,

She ever lost her swank, I wonder.

Dear Lord,

I have to take a sip,

For my tongue threatens to slip.

The wife had large bags,

Her hand carried a larger hand bag,

The other hand a purse nay, a clutch bag

Her body wore an expensive rag.

Dear Lord,

I think I should cut this short,

For my monologue seems to bore.

My house on the contrary,

Is like a quarry,

I have a  son so naughty,

A son I wish I never had.

Dear Lord,

This is a cry

For my sorrows that fly high.

My son is a thin, than a pin

And he’s restless

In sight of many a females.

Dear Lord,

As I speak now my sole son

Sulks behind bars.

For spraying many an aimless seed. Aha!

And now I am a multiple grandpa.

I have no means for those kids,

For my wealth isn’t the size of a giant.

Dear Lord,

Let me not talk of my wife,

For I will break into a cry.

But her name is Tabu, you know

She has a window between her teeth, you know

She is a walking plague, you know

[I hear you made ten]

Dear Lord,

My wife Tabu is a bartender,

With a body slender, a smile so tender

She shows up at dawn

Very tired, literally torn

Her body used up  like the door handle

By the great that she opts not to handle.

Dear Lord

Just be in my shoes for a minute,

And you will forget the taste of fillet.

You’d cry to see my wife’s smile

Knowing that men fight for that smile,

Lord, I think that isn’t kind

Take his family, or take mine.

Dear Lord,

I heart in the days of Old,

A Decalogue was told,

Thou shall not kill

But the pain I feel

I’d opt for Heaven or Hell,

for the food given free.

Dear Lord,

Give me the last chance

As to Abraham you did give

I descend from his line, or so I hear

And my neighbor too, clear?

And I don’t mind having his faith

But, pardon my wrath, wait.

I’m done, Lord, we’ll talk when we meet.

But,

Allow me to say adieu,

Goodbye for now Lord.