oh lord...

Dear Lord,

I'm a bord cord

while i pourd and pourd

on the porage door

but oats became goats

and coats that float

it rocked my boat

so i went mute

Dear Lord,

it wasn't so cute

when you probed my lute

and unrobed in my suite

leaving nothing to guess

leaving tones of distress

leaving the ones a mess

while you stood near by

pointed finger to the sky

"..hey guys, I'm not on the nails..."

oh lord, some think like snails...

does it make any sense

if he sent his one sun

that'd we worship what we love

while it's nailed to our sins?

do your god some justice

and let the real image in.