"Inconsistent Data"

The information which they give to all
Who phone in, email, Skype, in some way call,
Is pretty good – more pretty now by half
Than good – so bad it makes a person laugh.

Where are their heads at when they blather on?
Who say what comes to mind – “Please move along”,
Is really what is meant – “You’ve got no right
To resources we have, for things are tight.”

So maybe that’s what’s going on these days –
The jobs which one can do are those which pay
Such small amounts we must do two or three,
And drop the thought of stopping work to be –

“Retired” (a silly concept in itself,
Like climbing up to sit upon some shelf;
It’s bad enough to get the heave-ho when
Offensive jerks you to the sidelines send).

But wait – there is consistent data we can use –
“King of the mountain’s game which you can lose”;
“Your use to me is over, move along”;
Twelfth of December – day they got it wrong.

I thought that I’d been hired ’cause I was smart;
I wasn’t – ’twas relations from the start;
But God can use that access for His part;
All layered-life becomes to us a lark.

For you can’t keep a fly out in the fall,
Though you can keep it in your hands – so, all
Of truth can get boxed up so I can’t see –
But wait! You can’t keep truth from finding thee.

Thanks Lord for this.

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