I hope that God exists


I hope that God exists
in my bedroom
with my ex-wife in arms
like a rabbit with blues eye

I hope that God exists
at the edge of the life
behind the station
where teenagers smoking
the lasts sunny day

I hope that God exists
in my garage when is cold
to change my car
to change my dreams

I hope that God exists
and is a whiny blonde with long legs
submissive and sad.

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