When I was young and quick to judge,
My black and white would never budge.
Today I do not judge at all.
Since I am part of Adam's Fall
I pick up stones, though not to toss,
But smooth the way for someone's cross.
One less stumble on this earth
Gives to Heaven ample mirth.
The longer I am in the car the more snacks I'm consuming,
Until the floor with chips and bags is practically blooming.
A sip of pop, the cup tips o'er; fat ice cubes go a-sliding.
Mixed with candy wrappers, too – on compost I am riding!
Honey-roasted almonds skitter all around my feet;
I think I smell a Slim Jim underneath the driver's seat.
Is that the hotdog I forgot last Tuesday at the drive-in?
That mustard packet has grown legs – oh, what's the use of strivin'?
I'll never get this buggy clean—last night my own mechanic
Said this would be the first car he could certify organic!
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