Sometimes I wonder how you have the audacity to <br />present yourself to us. There you are with your <br /> <br />clunky, scuffed black shoes, your black polyester <br />pants that are 4 inches too short, your stained white <br /> <br />shirt (How on earth did you get yellow stains on it <br />– is that from the cat?) , sitting in your dilapidated house <br /> <br />with crumbling shingles falling off the roof and ratty <br />old duct tape covering cracks in the windowpanes. <br /> <br />And you’re going to tell ME how to lead my life? <br />I thought of something more productive you can do to <br /> <br />glorify His name. Here’s what you should do. Haul that <br />rusty washing machine in your front yard on over to the <br /> <br />county landfill. You might also want to get rid of those <br />old tires in the backyard with weeds growing up through <br /> <br />them. Frankly, I’m rather astonished that you would <br />conveniently forget that cleanliness is next to godliness.<br /><br />Professor Poetry Hound<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hey-proselytizer/
