This is a poem I wrote in 2015. I imagine all of my poetry set to music but I am rarely able to come up with my own tunes. This poem I imagine set to the tune of Hey There Delilah by Plain White Ts. Hey Jeremiah Thought I'd stop by and say hiya See how things were with you You're a friend that's always been true Me I'm not so well I'm fighting with my woman Israel She and her sister Judah too And I just don't know what to do I prepare her every path But she just tries to provoke my wrath I really think we might be through I really hope it isn't true Hey Jeremiah I think I'm gonna crya I might be omniscient but I don't have a clue And I've had centuries to think this problem through - oooh And I really don't know what to do Well there Mr. God You know I might be wrong But have you shown her all that she means to you? Maybe she doesn't know all you do I think she receives your help Thinks she did it all herself You know sometimes she doesn't have a clue Maybe you could create some new flowers for her too Hey there Mr. God I could also put in a word Let her know the stuff that you do Tell her that you're awesome too I'll show her the right way I'll tell her every night and day Who sends the rain and the dew She'll see she means the world to you - oooh What would she do without you? Hey Jeremiah What else can I trya She certainly didn't listen to you And now she's praying to the moon By now I thought she'd learn But she still takes that same wrong turn Makes fun of all the commandments I drew Mocks the instructors too She makes up her own paths Always gets caught in traps Then flirts with her captors too Right in front of me too Hey Jeremiah What else can I trya She only treats me like a fool She never listened to you - oooh And at this point I don't know what else to do Hey there Mr. God I agree that's quite a load I can't believe she'd do this to you It's very obvious your love is true I'll talk to her again Let her know that you're a friend She's got to learn her lesson soon She's got to see she's on the edge of doom I'll tell her she has one last chance Deliver one of my famous rants Maybe I'll smash a jar or two Surely then she'll listen to you Maybe when she sees you gone She'll realize that she was wrong Then she'll come running back to you I really think you should go away for a few - oooh Well, at least that's what I would do Hey Jeremiah I think I'm gonna crya I feel like I've a spear running through And my hands are nailed down to boot She still refuses all my help Still runs off by herself I even had to rescue her from you-know-who And it cost me so much to pay the due She gets herself hurt every day Won't listen to a word I say Won't let me patch her up like new So I just stand and watch as she turns black and blue I'm sick of seeing her get hurt Scratched and covered in the dirt And teeth, well she's lost a few And I still don't know what to do - oooh I just don't know what to do
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