Practical Christian Mysticism

Oh little gnat on my glasses
How your guts are like molasses

I was out biking fast and free
Suddenly, a black dot I see

I blew at you to go away
Then shook my lens, and yet you stay

You had your chance, yet you linger
So I flicked you with my finger

Now I find to my great distress
You left behind a sticky mess

Oh little gnat on my glasses
How your guts are like molasses

Swimming, Swimming in the sea
Daddy, Daddy, look at me

Look! I dove into the lake
Well, very small steps I take

The fish don’t scare me, not at all
My knees are shaking so I might fall

I love to float upon the water
Everyone is my size smaller

Daddy, now I found something fun
So don’t just lie there in the sun

Come out with me into the sea
Find a nice warm spot and pee

The open window whispers with curtain weeping
While I leave my bed
A house cat prowls upon the carpet creeping
Startled, I hit my head
Floor boards moan braking my soft socks sneaking
I tiptoe downstairs
And to the quiet kitchen I go a seeking
My toe hits the chair
For my stomach is pour and creaking
It growls to complain
Into the fridge, is where my eyes are peeking
through meat loaf and champaign
Alas, my leftover pizza has started reeking