Hey girl, it's good to see you back. All one has to do is smile, wink, flirt in a special and nothing ever has to be spoken. Good little verse.

Ok, I have lots of flaws. Now how about all you pretty ladies coem over here and say hi to me. I swear I will change.

<----iz a nice kitty

And I am outside planting flowers around my office. All I need now is to listen to a Barry Manalow song and wear an apron.

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I met a Blue Preacher today
Saddened by other pastors
We talked over lunch
Breaking bread
Me
Sipping off an old tin flask
Him
Uncritiqueingly offduty
We
Eat chicken alfredo
Courtesy of Macaroni Grill

The pastor
Feeling blue
Asks me for a drink
Not to be a Saint
I stingily harbor the last sips
To help preserve his purity
And
My sanity
Like the cross around his neck
I say
This is my savior

I drink wine he says
Intrigued
I say
More then a few shots at work?
He grins

He looks around mischeviously
As if his face was surrounded by darkness
Then he raises his left sleeve
I see a cross on his forearm
He says
This was what I beleived in
He then raises his other sleeve
He says
This is what I used to believe in
A little red man with a pesky tail and sharp horns
Laughing with black bottle in hand
Three red X's on white label

I say
We all have our own vices
So you like to drink?
I do he says
with his chin up

I say
I don't understand
You are a pastor

I'm a blue pastor
He says

Sympathetically
I give him a drink

The swig loosens his morales

He then he speaks to me in rhyme


I am a blue pastor
I have seen it all
I learned to walk
Before I could crawl
I'm not here to judge
For I have done my wrongs
But I'm a better man today
Much more strong
I have been to hell and back again
And what a trip that was
I have had it all before the fall and
tried almost every drug

He pauses

I pass him the bottle

When I was a kid
I had no fear
Beer was my first joy
When everthing felt wrong
And God felt gone
A bottle is what I enjoyed

So I tell the pastor don't live in your past
And now check me out I'm preachin
I take the time to put it in rhyme to exercise my demon

Ok Blue Pastor
I see your point

He cuts me off and asks
Do you have a joint?

I laugh and say no
Let's talk about this
Jesus helped his disciples
Netting the fish

This bottle a net
Kidneys The fish
Are you sure
You really
Want to do
This?

He puts the flask to his lips
And starts to think
Hmm, put his down?
Or have a drink?

I say no pressure
Drink away your sorrow
But wake up hung over
And you will hate tomorrow

He throws the bottle at me
And says forget it

I say, this isn't for everyone
I knew YOU would regret it.

Sik em V. You in trouble now E

don't you people down there eat possum???