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God on a Harley

I had a talk with God one night
At least that's who he posed to be.
He sat down in my rocking chair
And said what would you ask of me?

It didn't take me long to think;
I didn't even have to try.
Before he got the question out
I said why God why?

What took posession of your soul
To invent this thing called life?
What master plan could be behind
This insane updown strife?

All he did was shake his head.
He said he didn't know.
He said that he was running late.
And that he had to go.

He said life's what you make of it;
Just do what you want to do.
There's no mystery there to solve my child
The only mystery to solve is you.

As he rose and turned to leave
I knew that's what God would have said.
Just find out what makes you happy
And do it til you're dead.

But I couldn't help but wonder
What god chose as his trip.
And couldn't help but smile
When I saw him mount his harley
And let it rip.

2007-10-23 11:36:47 · 2 answers · asked by Patty K 2 in Arts & Humanities Poetry

2 answers

Yes it pretty inspires one with awe!
Try to correct misspellings and constructions like:
-Before he got the question out
-posession
-And do it til you're dead
-This insane updown strife

Next time he stops by, ask him on my behalf, why he invented death.

good luck

2007-10-23 22:58:45 · answer #1 · answered by ari-pup 7 · 0 0

Thats awesome!

2007-10-23 11:45:05 · answer #2 · answered by Anonymous · 0 0

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