SMOTHER YOURSELF WITH PEANUT BUTTER
You may like chicken and your mate might like it, too
One of you might like peanut butter as cookies but the
Other as a sandwich but that is truly no excuse to often be
Snickering and flickering when you could be getting along
And even dickering or having fun and cooking together ‘like
Two or more birds of a feather’ even if you don’t wear leather
And your name’s not Heather- you don’t have to be in tethers
and dithers.
Toss out the old useless medication and all of that stalling alcohol
Switch to an alternative that needs no perspiration or prescription
Or drutioins- ‘if there be no purpose it’s not needed so toss it all out
And make the switch before you lose your ability to do so otherwise
You are throwing your life away without sway instead of striving
Resist not offered help no matter who or what offer it whether it be friends or God- it really makes no difference because God is our Divine Father so whoever and whatever the offer comes from it’s from God- fret not over how People communicate nor how advice is given for it has to be given when it’s given- you who are in need of it must really listen, so listen up then smother yourself with peanut butter
I created this poem, 16 years ago.