here i sit,
waiting.
waiting to
get thin,
get rich,
get renown.
knowing that soon
i will only drive in sunsets,
the radio will only play the sweetest jazz set-lists,
and the young girls will all be whistling.
here i sit,
waiting.
waiting for
original love,
substantial proof for christianity,
and absolution.
knowing that soon,
i'll be respected for wisdom,
*** appeal,
and my national pride.
here i sit,
waiting.
Copyright 2010 by Joshua J. Hutton