Literature
williams rd. reprise
if you swallow your pride,
you'll choke to death,
if you run with stride,
you'll never catch your breath.
a plastic cross
guards your car,
i hold my breath,
your door comes ajar.
the pastor only reads
prewritten prayers,
no one notices;
no one would care.
dark days are coming.
what are the odds?
where are your friends now,
where is your god?