You know those marquee-type signs that small <br />businesses have? You know, the ones where you <br />can change the letters around and they usually <br />say things like “Try our new taco salad, ” (even <br />though the taco salad probably isn’t all that <br />“new” anymore) . In times of national tragedy, <br />they have witty, personalized messages like <br />“God Bless America” or “Support Our Troops.” <br />Well, I’m thinking of putting one of those signs <br />in my front yard, the kind with the big arrow <br />and flashing lights, and it will say, “Jesus is <br />ignoring the guy who lives here.” I figure it <br />might humiliate Jesus just enough to shake him <br />out of his lackadaisical stupor towards me and <br />he’ll realize he’s got one hell of a backlog of my <br />unanswered prayers. Now, as soon as he utters <br />one word to me or shepherds me around a little <br />bit like the bible advertises, I promise I’ll take <br />the sign down, or maybe I’ll just rearrange the <br />letters to say, “Jesus spoke to me. His English is <br />okay, but I couldn’t understand most of what he <br />said because he has a thick Aramaic accent.”<br /><br />Professor Poetry Hound<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-marquee/
