Poem A Day

Goodtime Jesus

by Edward Taylor

Jesus got up one day a little later than usual. He had been dream-

ing so deep there was nothing left in his head. What was it?

A nightmare, dead bodies walking all around him, eyes rolled

back, skin falling off. But he wasn't afraid of that. It was a beau-

tiful day. How 'bout some coffee? Don't mind if I do. Take a little

ride on my donkey, I love that donkey. Hell, I love everybody.

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