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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
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Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 3:58 PM UTC
Two Middle-Aged Youth Ministers in a Convertible
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.
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Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 3:58 PM UTC
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