A preyer’s prayer

Dear lord let
some gullible sucker
with bread for brains
and enough money
for my needs
read these emails
I have so carefully
and casually
prepared to trap him;

and let him (or her)
believe in something
for nothing,
for it is all I have
(or want)
to give.

Let him believe
I am his bank
I am his road to riches
I am his answer
to a futile life.

And let him believe
I am as stupid
as he is.

And let him believe
my appeal to
his greed
his weakness
his utter naïveté.

I don’t care
if this con creates
cynicism or paranoia
I don’t care
if this scheme creates
despair or suicidal thoughts:

I just want mine
and I want it soon.

Amen.

[A message for those (not you, of course, dear reader) who are wondering about my motives for writing the above: This is irony, folks! — just in case someone has bread for brains, and thinks I mean this . . . .]

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4 Responses to A preyer’s prayer

  1. Gudgey ( your son) says:

    Oh dad your preyer’s prayer has taught me that reading a beautiful poem is like receiving communion… without the holy ghost. No wholey ghost but the holey ghost. the communion wafer in the hands of the Preyer is missing a prayer’s spirit and the host is burnt satan’s toast( Which is not so bland, but hellish).
    Even worse is my part as the poets critic for my scalpel is but a butchers blunted boning knife. And whose belly will I ever fill with these intestines of mixed metaphor and pun.

    • riverwriter says:

      Gudgey:
      I am not sure what you are saying, but I defend to the death your right to say it.

      Thanks for taking part, Sunny. Glad you are reading the good stuff.

      • gudgey ( your son) says:

        It’s called irony… bread for brains. People don’t do communion cause they’re hungry for bread dad!…er And I meant the finest bread, when I called you bread for brains. I mean soaked in cognac with eggs and cream and cinnamon stick at least 6 hours. Oh and that bread for brain comment was about meaning the opposite of what you say cause you know the person isn’t insecure…. Oh yeah and actually dad, I like the way you centered the meaning of an entire poem around a pun.
        This comment you got cast in the roll of bread for brains….
        Last comment I cast myself in the roll of mr. bread for brains, by being concerned with the daily bread ( the pitiful wafer) of one upping the old man by dissecting the flesh of his poem but only getting as far as gutting the corpse which was initially (of course): everything giving in christs love; Everything giving in the love between a Father and a son. So here you are writing this prayer and all I can offer is criticism, when deep down in my heart I want to let my poet shine through with love. A prayer is a call to the spirit realm not a stolen loaf of man’s daily bread.
        bread = cash when it isn’t baked with love.

        so dad this is where I can find you eh? mmmmm See you in a bit… Oh yeah and could you put a spell check in here so I can have some credibility. Oh yeah ,can you get mom to check my grammar?

        • riverwriter says:

          Now I am getting you. You were being way too deep for my bread. Ta. About the spell-checker: I have looked into it. It is possible, although the slicker, method is for you to hook a spell-checker into your browser, because an on-line spelling database can be slow. I use Firefox’s spelling plug-in. It works really well.

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