Now I lay me down to sleep,
But ‘fore I start to counting sheep,
I have, O Lord, just one request:
Please don’t send that fucker west.
North is fine, or whence it came,
I hear the Amazon needs rain.
A miracle would be so nice
Just turn the cyclone into mice.
C’mon, Lord, be a lifesaver;
It’s really not that big a favor.
My rabbi said nothing’s out of Your reach,
So be a sport and spare Boynton Beach.
Amen.
Nuke em if you got em.
Stay safe.
To be honest, after I pushed the “go” button on My Creation, I had as much influence over how events unfoldeth as doth thou.
Good luck, my son.
That you?
Good luck buddy.
Hunker down with some Beachcombers
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