It's Gospel
Category: Writing and Poetry
The blacks are singing gospel music
through an open window;
they have their god.
I just said goodbye
to the most beautiful girl I have ever seen;
I don't have mine.
I need the cold bottled beer
to slide down my throat,
but the landlord has overslept.
Some people really have it made
and they generally make it a pain in the ***
for everyone else.
Fifteen minutes to go.
I've held out for an hour.
I swear to the god
who is being projected from that open window
if that door isn't open at one 'o' clock
I am going to **** someone.
Oct 10, 2009
Oct 10, 2009 at 7:14 AM UTC
It's Gospel
Category: Writing and Poetry
The blacks are singing gospel music
through an open window;
they have their god.
I just said goodbye
to the most beautiful girl I have ever seen;
I don't have mine.
I need the cold bottled beer
to slide down my throat,
but the landlord has overslept.
Some people really have it made
and they generally make it a pain in the ***
for everyone else.
Fifteen minutes to go.
I've held out for an hour.
I swear to the god
who is being projected from that open window
if that door isn't open at one 'o' clock
I am going to **** someone.