All the things we have to worry
about!
Hard not to worry continually.
I have to give a special worry-shout
for my resting heart rate—
up to 61 on my Fitbit LED
this morning—just one more thing to worry about.
And I wish I knew the
approximate amount
of direct repeat we can expect from history.
I'm supposed to give a mighty shout
(plus a devastating tootle on
my nose-flute)
against this sinful town, but I’ve been turned to salt
because I’m worried about
the lost thousands who don’t matter
to God—while Lot
takes his righteous ass out of city.
Why was God so worried about
Lot, of all people, while He let all those Sodomites
burn? In later days, Lot’s drunken body
was no pretty sight, but his line continued.
Let's all give a fuck-the-patriarchy shout!
