Letter To God #2 

Thanks for the free will, but it's not doing me much good.  Sometimes I sit around for hours thinking about nothing but breasts.  The clouds don't complain, but I know they feel neglected.  Sometimes I watch re-runs of the Benny Hill Show and let the fire go completely out.  It might be better if I knew only one word, like meow, and You walked me around all the time on a much tighter leash.  I don't know, I just thought I'd drop this note in the suggestion box and see what happens.  I didn't have the balls to sign it, so you'll know exactly who it came from.. 

Copyright 2001,  Larry Rapant