A Fraud Attorney for the Journey
I haven't been able to start my car
For three days so I can't get very far
I lent or maybe gave my bicycle
All I know is it has never come back
While on foot I feel like an icicle
Perhaps because of body-fat I lack
So I really needed to get out to the store
Having eaten all my apples I needed more
But most of all I needed the pills for the ills
From which I suffer that they might buffer the pain
Of being "widowered" and then shat upon again
A nice neighbor as a labor of love agreed to drive
But then did much more out of a great generosity
Now I'm shopped and pilled my refrigerator filled to thrive
I'll survive for the Lord sends his angels to care for me
To be there for me and there's no place I would rather be
Than here in the palm of God's hand to the end of the road
That neighbor is an attorney specializing in fraud
As a fraud victim now I recognize the hand of God
Life has taken from me but always paid back what it owed
And I thank God for a fraud attorney for the journey
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMV
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