When I Set Out To Pray

Note..I wrote this one shortly before launching Kilauea Poetry, though I was too chicken to post it here?

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While contemplating my present state

And rather attribute it’ all to fate

I figured in blooming, perhaps I was late

That for all my sincerity

It seems a bit queer

In extending a hand

Could lose you a fan

.

I gave some more thought

Then smoked a little pot (just teasing)

Now I’d set out to pray

Figuring it the best way

But all attempts in the matter

Were abruptly assailed

Thoughts became scattered

Like moths in the night

.

I thought of my son

Probably caused him duress

My cheeky comments

To those blogs he’s been mounting

True true, it’s merely a guess

But just like a freight train

It picked up no less

.

Then Jennifer Anniston

That fuss about her nose..

Ya,

Well it flooded my mind

Like a garden hose

Angelina Jolie, the U.N. and Brad

Those orphans and Billy Bob

An if that’s why he ran?

.

Closed my eyes tight

To help get a grip

Always conscious

Of my own little sin

But this proved brief

As I managed a spin

Perhaps that I should’a

Been on my knees

.

Now it’s all just a blur

Why it occurred just then?

That I’d never tried

Any Limburger Cheese!

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Before you get feeling

Ever so obliged

Offering advice

Be it humble or nice

Just make sure

It hasn’t happened

To you more than twice~