My enemies run rings around me
playing Duck-Duck-Goose
with a crowbar.
I am the gum the step on and curse,
the spaghetti sauce they bleach off
the front of their white shirts with the worst
of their domestic chemicals.
All day long they virtually refuse to like me
and post vile lies about my reality.
I am a shadow in their hallway
that they annul with florescent lighting.
How long, Lord, how long
must I tread liquid feces in this feedlot holdings pond?
But you, O God, are my redemption,
my shower after sports.
You smack the smirk right off the lips
of those who evil eye me.
You send a virus to wipe out
the wicked memories
of their hard drives.
You key the sides of their fancy cars.
I´ll praise your name forever.
I´ll spell it with magnets on my fridge.
Before I go to work I put a pebble
in my pocket to remind me until sundown
that You alone are my Rock;
I´m a basket-case without You.
I´ve got You on vibration
so no one else knows it when You call,
but I feel You there against my skin
and my deepest being itches to answer.
Yes, Lord, as soon as I stop driving.