Mario William Vitale Poetry

Will work for food !

Yet not the food that you think,

The food for thought...

God doesn't make junk !
He is not in the business of skimming off the top !
You want to hear me drop,
There is a direct correlation between cold and hot !

Why do so many people just want to see you rot !
There is no place to run and I'm in my shorts
The fantasy in over and I'll have to retire in a resort...
Yet who would have known ?

That I would be left alone,
As if a dog without it's bone...
We long for something yet come up short.
We hear the screams and run to it with a passion,

When we need only to yield to the spirit,
God is in the construction business,
He could handle any problem...
Just ask and don't ever be shy,

Hence to wait for his soft reply,
Still the decor on the door was moldy and decayed,
It's time we all bow our knees to pray !
A starving artist with a crystal clear message...

Come to the Lord before it's too late !
He's standing their with open arms to greet you..
Help wanted is there anybody out there ?

Poet: Mario William Vitale