And I wish you could come get me.
I cannot. They will not let me.
Yet I will find a way
to come to you.
Because I MUST!
And, could we please f*** the world and
ask to get off now,
before it is so comfy
we will see the points
and feel the wet
and take it all.
I am here,
you're there.
There must be a
banana
we could share.
Herbert Nehrlich
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-god-i-pray/
