Luck of the Draw
“Did you hear that the actor who played in that show. . .” “The drama?”—“The western.”—“Oh, yeah, I know!” “Caught in flagrante, if you know what I mean?” “Oh, that guy. I thought that you meant Jimmy Dean.” And so it goes often, and so goes bad For the Hollywood tart and celebrity cad, For the couch-sitting bumpkin who gawks at the tube, For the blushing old Baptist who price-checks the lube. The laughter, the tears, the anger, the sighs. The ads with thin gals eating mountains of fries. It’s all such a joke. It’s all such a scam. It’s happiness wrapped in a honey-glazed ham. It’s digging through feces to look for a pearl. It’s spurning an angel to side with a churl. But though it bodes ill, it could always be worse, A world without love, a planet-sized hearse, A place where our purpose was solely to die, A kingdom of sorrows, a motherless sty. So next time you find yourself hating it all, Consider how lucky you were at the draw. ’Cause you got a ticket that countless won’t get. So enjoy the show, baby. It ain’t over yet.
Cracking lines here, Daniel. Though, maybe don’t post it to Baptist.net.
I do have to remind myself from time to time, though it gets more difficult year by year! Thanks for the pep talk Coach!