HOBO-A was down and out again. The bottle had <br />taken it's fill of time and space. Walking slowly with <br />a cup of coffee spilling over his hand, as he <br />slumbered along the pavement. Lost to himself and all <br />cognition of reality at the moment. <br /> <br />By chance encounter, the friend had seen him. <br />Walking over, demised the status of HOBO-A. <br />'things looking down HOBO-A'. YEA-been in <br />the bar, need some work, you got the picture. <br />My act got ragged again, need the next act. <br /> <br />Well HOBO-A, your going into those bars which <br /> you made, ALTERS of WORSHIP. You have <br /> made the bar your temple and sit on a stool <br />in abstract prayer, drinking oblations of ALCOHOL <br />to your idol God-ALCOHOL. You know that <br />BIG MOM TV. makes it all glitzy and cool in <br />the unreal world. <br /> <br />People go to worship once a week in church <br />and spend the other days in there bar temple <br />worshiping. You need to sit with your Bible <br />and tune into GOD, like I told you before, all <br />this show here on earth ends one day. Then, <br />GOD, is going to look and see, who you really <br />gave your heart, soul, mind and strength to. <br />REPENT HOBO-A -REPENT. See you again <br />soon. <br /> <br />2011 POEWHIT <br /> <br />JESUS SAVES<br /><br />JOE POEWHIT<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-story-of-hobo-a-encounters-friend-2/
