where’s jesus
why can’t he ease us
where’s the devil
why doesn’t he please us
all i’ve got are cigarettes
and
a pack of plenty regrets
and
i live a life of vignettes
with
spasmodic king-sized Tourette’s
where’s god gone
the great arranger
what about the word
the great deranger
all i’ve sought are cigarettes
and
to rid myself of regrets
but
i live a life of vignettes
with
bunches of one but no sets
