"I
Saw God And Was Drunk"
Saw
my Father in the statue of a monk.
God
help me - I wasn't drunk.
A
tree's trunk really stunk.
It
took me 20 years to clear my funk.
Like
Van Ronk, I sang my tunes.
Every
summer in afternoon's Junes.
Giant
ballrooms where people danced to this melody.
But
never in harmony.
Black
as blue and true as night.
God
will stop our little fight.
God
tries with all his might.
Is
that wrong or is that right?
One
New Year's Eve I talked to the Rabbi Steve.
He
didn't mean to deceive or mislead.
But
he told me what came from my heart was truth.
What
about life's sore tooth?
It
started for me in the kissing booth.
And I
ended up with a Babe named Ruth.
Now I
don't know how I treated my kid.
But I
really got a bid to get rid of this kid.
Struck
out on my balls.
Like
wandering down some halls in an evening's waterfalls.
Somehow
my car stalls.
And I
give it my everything's alls.
A
dream calls.
Good
day world!
I'll
strive to survive whenever I awake from my dream's obscene screams.
Just
want to join your team.
Love
U Bill!
Brother
J. Billet's
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