:: Wednesday, September 04, 2002 ::

"Maybe I got a problem, but that's not what I wanted to say..." (Elliot Smith)

I don't consider myself a poet by any stretch of the imagination. I love the emotion of poetry, but would never admit to writing it... Until I was inspired by Dr. Farrell's Bible class last fall. I probably earned great eternal rewards on those days when I was able to stay alert, much less pay attention. Many works of art (and kitsch) were byproducts of that class, including this semi-epic haiku (published here by popular demand):

~*~*~

Bible class is tough.
I’m reining in my horse of
Negativity.

I am very tired.
Bible class is time for sleep?
Unfortunately not.

Someone’s stomach is
Singing out a symphony,
Drowning Hobert’s voice.

My famous question –
Why do we have to know this?
God, help me be good.

Air conditioner
Drones above his senile voice.
Deliverance, please!

Ten long minutes left.
Jesus helps me to survive
When I think I won’t.

~*~*~

P.S. - The "Unfortunately not" line is meant to be read with slurred speech, so as to effectively ignore syllabic discrepancies.

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