The man at the corner drugstore
Has his hand out, like he always has,
And you have looked away,
As you always have,
Wondering why your life is out of whack,
What went off track?
Must be something from your past…
The evil sorcerer,
Who is the ego of your soul,
First denies your grace, then you lose your place,
Wondering why you can’t find God…
The bag lady can’t curb her cart,
you say a little curse. Wondering
why you can’t hear God.
Now the curtain appears ready to fall,
And life seems so unfair and frail,
In need of Her, you give Her a call,
But that Karma, She’s a tricky bitch,
She won’t give up a single inch,
Not even a single stitch,
while you wonder why
You don’t feel God.