You must not be surprised… (for hours and hours)

… that I am paranoid, considering;

I leave an empty road for my garage only to find the same road crowded when I re-enter with my car and get stuck in traffic for hours and hours,

the underground (or subway if you prefer) works flawlessly week after week until I dare a ride, and get stuck for hours and hours,

of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine – that is, into the same gin join I’d walked into a half hour earlier – and throws up on my shoes, leaving me at the cleaners on a Friday night for hours and hours.

Someone’s out to get me, hear me, someone’s out to get me.

The hideous Word

‘Assuredly, I say to you, unless you are converted and become as little children, you will by nomeans enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore whoever humbles himself as this little child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.’

It’s the pinnacle of corruption. A request for willing slaves, and the condemnation of generations.