Angry
He
pissed
in his
pants
when he heard the
bad news.
He would remain
alone.
There was
no one
to choose.
Suddenly he was
angry
-such an
angry
young man.
He decided to
lash out
-to
reject
God's own plan.
He
abandonded
his habits.
He
burned
his last bridge.
He
ran away
from home
-drove his
car
off a
ridge.
They found him
not breathing
-with his
dick
in his hand.
They
revived
him from
death
-pulled his
car
from the
sand.
They
wisked
him away
to his own
hospital bed.
They all thanked the
heavens
that he was
not
dead.
They
cried
and they
tried
but could
not understand:
How could a
man
of his stature
have his
dick
in his hand?
"
Angry
" was written by Don Hodges on
March 10, 1997.
(C)opyright 1997 by Don Hodges.
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