I never was a perfect girl
Where are the good times?
I’ll guess another day...
is it suffice to say that I never
had a date to the prom because
I think that the Good Book is really
a guide to soul death?
I never was a pretty girl
Where are my redeemer’s praises?
I’ll try again later...
is it suffice to say
that sick one’s -
they could very well be the Holy Men
shaking your hand
after the Earth shattering sermon
last Sunday?
I’ll cry another day...
is it suffice to say that all the girls
are beauties except me?
Will a hundred and twelve Hail Maryâ
smake me lovely?make me whole?
she’s already left me freezing cold.