God’s having a yard-sale
With my life
Everything’s been drug into the Wide-Open
He’s turned the whole house inside out
Even the walls are for sale
We were going to ask pennies on the dollar
But wanted better bargains
We’re asking for laughter instead
I put out all the images of my friends
Some art collector took the lot
Laughing – all the way to the bank
I gathered all my stories and tales
Hopes, woes and dreams
And rushed them out to the curb
Just in time to catch
An impoverished playwright
He was certain the joke was on us
I ran out of personal items
So I started bringing over
Donations from friends
Thinking I was pulling
A fast one on Him
I can’t contain the mirth
What a rip-roaring snort
When I discovered His face
In all of the Buyers and Sellers
What a riot!
I can’t tell you
Who is laughing loudest!