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A Christian Goes to Market

Left home last Friday

With a calm and cheerful mind

Rushing to the market

Before June’s dinner time

 

Before I could hit the curb

A car flashed my way

And if my lips weren’t tightened

I’d be heartless today

 

Where did you steal your license?

I did not guard my rage

For if someone dared to sell you

He should be in a cage

 

Somehow, I calmed down

Gathering my nerves

Pickup my little basket

And quickly made the curve

 

I was still in the center

When I heard another horn

I remembered poor Miss Matty

And the twins who were not born

 

I jumped onto the banking

No idea I was that good

Just didn’t see those nails

In that old piece of wood

 

Not the poison ivy

Or the ants nest in the lace

Never saw the angry wasp

Who stung my little face

 

Don’t you think I’m scary

better get it right

It’s better if I suffer this

Than a car taking my life

 

About ten minutes passed

And the car didn’t come

I peeked and saw a little boy

Blowing his horn with fun

I jumped down from the banking

Scratching away with pain

It was obvious this little brat

Had no human brain

 

I called him out a thick-head

Much bigger than the moon

His ancestors weren’t monkeys

Yes! Zebras or baboons

 

Even as I lip-lashed him

He laughed his world apart

And then dared to ask me

If the dogs and I just fought

 

I was about to kill him

But someone stayed my hands

I turned around, Oh my gosh!

The owner of my land

 

Look how hard it is to be a Christian

Even though we do our best

If the cars manage to miss you

Those bandits do the rest.

 

Contributed by Warner Williams

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  • The poem combines humor with a thoughtful reflection on personal and social challenges. It resonates with the everyday struggles people face while also offering a broader commentary on the nature of human interactions and the difficulty of adhering to one's principles amidst adversity

    This poem vividly captures the frustrations and challenges of a seemingly ordinary day, blending a mix of humor, anger, and self-reflection.

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