some days

So some days 

are better than others. 

I find that I have to roll easy with it all. 

Sometimes you learn from the nastiness, 

and sometimes 

there's really nothing you can do. 

You pray, but the demonic obsession 

makes things come out wrong.

You say to the Blessed Virgin: 

"Mother Mary, would you like to pet Saint Ralph?"

...and you don't know why you said it. 

You pray the Rosary and announce, 

"The Third Glorious Mystery: the Holey Moley" 

or the Birdy Wirdy.

You can't control what you want, 

so you offer control to Jesus. 

Perhaps the Holey Moley makes sense to Him.