If Sunday is
the day of rest
why do so many
people spend it
talking to an
imaginary friend,
worrying about an
imaginary afterlife,
and whipping
themselves into a
frenzy thinking of
someone, somewhere,
is having fun?
If Sunday is
the day of rest
why do so many
people spend it
talking to an
imaginary friend,
worrying about an
imaginary afterlife,
and whipping
themselves into a
frenzy thinking of
someone, somewhere,
is having fun?
nomdeplume 