You know those marquee-type signs that small
businesses have? You know, the ones where you
can change the letters around and they usually
say things like “Try our new taco salad, ” (even
though the taco salad probably isn’t all that
“new” anymore) . In times of national tragedy,
they have witty, personalized messages like
“God Bless America” or “Support Our Troops.”
Well, I’m thinking of putting one of those signs
in my front yard, the kind with the big arrow
and flashing lights, and it will say, “Jesus is
ignoring the guy who lives here.” I figure it
might humiliate Jesus just enough to shake him
out of his lackadaisical stupor towards me and
he’ll realize he’s got one hell of a backlog of my
unanswered prayers. Now, as soon as he utters
one word to me or shepherds me around a little
bit like the bible advertises, I promise I’ll take
the sign down, or maybe I’ll just rearrange the
letters to say, “Jesus spoke to me. His English is
okay, but I couldn’t understand most of what he
said because he has a thick Aramaic accent.”
Professor Poetry Hound
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-marquee/
