Jonas Robinson

A chant of disciplines

Yo, God, why ain\'t you go where I go?

Yo, fool, I go where the wind blows

 

Hey, Jesus; I love you, Man

Good, kid. That\'s part of the plan

 

Father, yo, am I your favorite son?

No, but apparently you\'ve won

 

What man? What?

You want me to kick your butt?

 

I love you, God

Thank you, you\'re forgiven

 

It seems I grow older

It seems I grow colder

These riddles and rhymes

Are like tales and lies

Though, in the same