This morning the toilet flooded again,
Yes,
What a way to wake up.
The plumber me fixed it,
But man not a way I wanted to start my day.
Vampires dealing with flooded toilet.
Ritual blood drinkers right,
Take Jesus blood in your mouth,
You get eternal life.
What you get is magic.
It isn’t magic a clogged toilet.
Nope just a clog with over flow,
But isn’t poetry overflow of words,
Stories that seem to be nonsense and lies,
Harbor truth.
So a clogged toilet to start the day.
With a poem with Jesus inside of it.
Poem Fish 