06-23-2006, 05:05 AM
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Tribulations Of Carpet
Tribulations Of Carpet
He saw the bitter spittle
In the sperm of Satan
(He knew it)
He swallowed it whole & hopefully
As the apparent culprit
Aired of dirty misdeeds (a
confession of sorts).
“Spit!”
They smiled, chortled
And laughed
The bitterness of gods; God’s
Manna reigned like giant tears
That notorious day.
“Spit!”
His loins hurt like
The blackest of horrible plagues,
Apparently
It was a known friend, along
With childhood beau.
Dukes of hazardous melee
Never knew
Anything as bitter
As His spittle; Certainly
Never His own special tear.
They awed in a horrible
And miserable reverie, thinking
Fond thoughts,
“He was a friend
Of mine…”
What if they knew?
Copyright © 2006 Jacquii Cooke
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