5th September 2022

I don’t worship a God,
but I pray to hell,
I swear on graves,
so that life goes well.

That my kids have good health,
and I’m forgiven my sins,
that my tram comes soon,
and my footy team wins.

That I don’t get sick
or lose it all,
that I get my share of the good sauce,
and dodge ..those dodgy meatballs.

Prompt: Worship (& a rejected meatball)


Tuk Tuk Ride,

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