Idol

There he stands.
Nice and tall.
With his feet of clay.
Idol worship does abound,
As they kneel and pray.

Open your eyes.
Look all around,
Far and wide and beyond.
As it all falls into disarray.

You say you’re surprised.
But I bet you’re not,
As his words and thoughts
Begin to blow.

He doesn’t make sense.
Is that what you know?
I hate to say it,
But “I told you so!”

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Guardian Angel

I come equipped with a Guardian Angel.
Just take a look around.
Probably can’t see him…
But his Heavenly presence does abound!

I sometimes get mad,
He thinks he’s so funny.
Playing tricks here and there.
But he’s always doing his job,
And he’s ever bright and sunny.

Even though mostly invisible,
He protects me night and day.
He has been with me faithfully…
Every step of the way.

George Washington

When George Washington was a boy,
A long, long time ago,

He always traveled by horse,
Of course.
There were no cars,
Of course.
But he aways put his seatbelt on,
Of course.

“Dear Father, where’s the clicker?
I must unlock the horse.”
He needed to put his seatbelt on,
Of course.

“Why am I getting wet?
And where is the roof to cover me?
And the wipers to keep the bugs,
And even the rain, off of me?”

Poor.
George.

Washington.