Lamb.
Oy vey.
Prophetic Tea Leaves
have come my way.
They talk, then they sock
the tithe out of you with all that they say.
It’s like a weird tea blend
of “ta-da.”
Can I just send this cup back?
From it I don’t wish to lap.
It’s like a slap;
a hyper-prophetic snap.
I’d rather nap.
The Prophet
I have visions, revelations, and dreams too.
God has told me much ado.
I know the times, the seasons view,
so listen to me, I can tell you what to do.
Elijah List is my name,
My revelations propelled me to fame.
It doesn’t matter how lame,
my utterances are
there isn’t any utterance that isn’t “too far.”
Unicorns and talking cows,
Giant bunnies, painting “hows” {DIY}
Who to vote for, who to cowtow,
who should lead, and who succeeds.
Give me your money, I’ll tell you the way,
don’t be lazy, you’d better make hay.
If I’m your covering you’ll be blessed every day,
because I’m God’s Profit, heed what I say.
jajjc
9/17/2022