I was just passing through You didn’t know me; I didn’t know you But I should have known you’d steal from me When you told me to Have a Blessed Day
You never came back with the change And that is sad. We have come to accept the lies Of praychurs, presidents, and prime ministers But one expects better of Sonic waitresses
And you told me to Have a Blessed Day
So you’re 40 cents to the bad, that’s true But I’ve got the dollar I was going to tip you
And, hey, y’all have a blessed day, y’hear?
(May God bless her for really-real; generational poverty sees things differently, and, anyway, she may have learned it from the 501C3 preacher-man.)
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is: Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com. It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.
Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on amazon.com as Kindle and on bits of dead tree: The Road to Magdalena, Paleo-Hippies at Work and Play, Lady with a Dead Turtle, Don’t Forget Your Shoes and Grapes, Coffee and a Dead Alligator to Go, and Dispatches from the Colonial Office.