Not really poetry, but I think it sounds good.
Woke up this morning from a frightened sleep.
When I say sleep, it was more like a wink.
Turn on my telly and what did I see?
A damn cute picture of a-little ol’ me.
Now, I been smokin’ an’ a-sinin’ an’ a-drinkin’ for free.
I been shootin’ an’ a-killin’ man, you shoulda seen me.
Now I feel somethin’ from my head to my feet…
It’s the Lord Almighty and he’s come for me.
Now I been a good man, or so I thought.
I gave the children candy on every halloween.
I gave the strippers money when they looked at me.
I helped the old little lady across the street.
Paid the pleasure girl my one ninety-three.
But I still feel something all over me.
It’s the Lord Almighty and he’s come for me.
I wanna jump, I wanna shake, an’ I wanna run.
I gotta get to a priest, I gotta find a phone.
Dialin’ a number, prayin’ for peace.
But I done did wrong and He’s on me.
Gotta get outta here, gotta get some space.
Cause The Old One has come to judge my case.
He’s the Lord Almighty and he’s come for me.
