a little experiment in rewriting a psalm
The Lord is my homie
I don’t need nothing else
He feeds me pizza and pop;
He gives me a Blackberry
With unlimited talk/text and a data plan
He hangs with me
Even when we’re rolling
Through a bad part of the hood,
He’s there with me
And I know His blackbelt will keep me safe.
I’m dirty, sweaty, stinky,
And my clothes are patched and holey
Yet He won’t desert me or dis me
He’s always got my back!
With a friend like that,
Things are looking up.
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