Two middle-aged youth ministers (perhaps)
In a convertible babble away
A dialogue but poorly understood
By a seeker wanting a burger and fries
and truth
Their message seems to be that a pilgrim
In search of meaning might find happiness
and lunch
At a famed neon-y fast-foodery
And so I gird up my billfold and I go
I push the red votive button and wait
And wait
And wait
And wait
And wait
And wait
And in the end go empty away
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 3:58 PM UTC
Two middle-aged youth ministers (perhaps)
In a convertible babble away
A dialogue but poorly understood
By a seeker wanting a burger and fries
and truth
Their message seems to be that a pilgrim
In search of meaning might find happiness
and lunch
At a famed neon-y fast-foodery
And so I gird up my billfold and I go
I push the red votive button and wait
And wait
And wait
And wait
And wait
And wait
And in the end go empty away
A first-person pronoun is almost always unacceptable, but here I (sorry...!) couldn't work around it.