Missing Epistle
An Emo poem in six parts

Ahem.
I miss my epistle.
It lies dormant in some dank chamber
Where all others miss it too...

I wish I had my epistle.
I makes me feel like I was home again
Oh Mary, Sweet Mary, won't you finish with it
And send it home, maybe Federal Express?

I want my epistle.
Now others want it too, and look at what you have done
So be a dear and give it back.
It is not righteous to steal other's epistles.

You want my epistle.
I grasp it firmly in my hand usually,
but your pliant fingers wrenched it free and
Found it useful on your emotional journeys.

The World wants my epistle.
And I don't blame the world
as quite the epistle it is, you see.
Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow?

Give me back my epistle!
I find it quite useful to have at hand
and as useful as it may be to you on your travels
you must learn to live without it, for it is mine!
No one can possibly feel the pain of a Man missing his epistle...


© 2007 St. Thomas Didymus