Dear Lord

Humble me my Lord,

humble me,

proud as a fortress have I become,

proud and arrogant like a fool.

 

Nothing can come into me,

nothing can revive me

but a dirty woman.

 

I'm sick and tired of people

asking me the same questions about hair salons,

"do you cut hair?"

the same fucking questions

over and over again

like a parrot.

 

I grow cold toward people

who think they know everything,

i know why they are that way,

i know they are proud too,

but my pride makes sense, theirs

doesn't.

 

humble me my Lord,

let your renewal come to me

through your son

through your son,

the humbler i become

the more

they want to fuck me up the ass

and make me into a gook.

 

They want to make you humble

but they grow proud in making in humble,

the more humble they become,

they more envious they become of the humble.

a lot of humbleness, the envy of pride.

 

Humble me my Lord

humble Me,

see through me,

help me avoid dumb and unpleasant people

who think they know everything,

let not my knowledge

make me poor, dumb, and blind.

 

Humble me My Lord,

Humble me.