a guy named bob was a guy named joe
he went to work every day and went with the flow
he never wrote a poem or painted a picture
he read the sports page but mot the scriptures
one night an angel appeared to him
and said, how is it going, jim?
he said my name is not jim, it is bob or joe
or something like that, i don’t really know
some folks say the world is ending
and to the devil’s will is bending
i have never met the devil so i can’t say
but tomorrow might be another day
jim, said the angel with a frown
i was not trying to bring you down
i was only giving you a heads up
but maybe it was not good enough
don’t worry about me, said joe
i am in for the duration, rain or snow
coors light is my favorite drink
and everything will be all right, i think
the angel turned into a sandwich of roast beef
much to joe’s immense relief
he had not found the angel’s message shocking
but was tired from so much talking
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