In a dark and dirty place- <br />He holds his little sermons, <br />Drinks his cans of alcohol, <br />And preaches to the vermon. <br /> <br />Fingernails are caked with mud, <br />Eyes have turned blood red, <br />Teeth the color of the sun, <br />Shoe boxes for a bed: <br /> <br />Although he seems divided- <br />God keeps his Heart so tidy. <br />Never need you books to teach; <br />Just spiritual sobriety. <br /> <br />Pity that he was no friend. <br />Now indeed he's dead, <br />But his lessons were taught well- <br />For they came not from his head.<br /><br />Kyle Hamp<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/although-he-seems-divided/
