Soup Up My Day

Maybe a roll in the hay,

That doesn’t result in dismay

 

Or an endless massage

in a hidden garage

transformed into luxury

where we escape from this drudgery!

 

There must be a way to hide

from the idiots, we’ve taken on this ride

and soup up my day with a mixture of play

 

How about a picnic in the park

without noise from the ark

An afternoon of conversation

that resembles God’s art

A place without children

who act like buffoons

scrambling like ants

thinking they are tycoons

carrying away crumbs

daily at noon

 

If we change our routine

maybe we won’t be seen

we can drop some food

then scoot to our hidden room

A place where we can stand

face to face

and discuss my current state of disgrace

 

Genesis 6, NIV

13 So God said to Noah, “I am going to put an end to all people, for the earth is filled with violence because of them. I am surely going to destroy both them and the earth. 14 So make yourself an ark of cypress[ wood; make rooms in it and coat it with pitch inside and out.

 

Photo by Trình Minh Thư, Upsplash