My Thanks Is Not Enough

I called to say thank you,
But that’s not good enough.
There is no proof of my gratefulness,
As a result it’s not good enough.
Maybe I oughta write a contract,
With a signed signature.
I’ll send it in the mail,
As proof of my thanks.
You’ve been so good to me,
So I’ll etch your name in my skin,
And embed your humbleness in my soul.
What else can I do, O goodly master?
What else I can do?
I am ever grateful to you,
For taking me out of my home,
And thrusting me here.
Let me write a hundred words,
No that is not enough.
A hundred letters,
Hundreds of thousands upon millions of letters
Expressing my humble thanks.
But even that is not enough.
I pray God bless you,
For he curses me,
But let him bless your heart,
For showing the new and savage the proper ways.
I was lost
Blind,
Confused.
A young ungrateful bitch,
Roaming around in the nude,
Uncivilized and rude.
But you and your wise old ways,
Have taught me to forever be grateful.
I am forever grateful.
Spoken my gratefulness is meaningless,
I must write, build, construct so my children,
My grandchildren
And great grandchildren will see.
For isn’t that the right thing to do?
To show proof of your glory.
Because you told me that is the right thing to do.
You say praise and worship is not enough.
For you I will build new pyramids.
For you I will scratch out Moses’ tablets,
And write how grateful I am to you.
Is this enough proof?
To the old and wise,
Who know all,
And everything that will come to pass.
I bow my head,
Fall to my knees
And kiss your feet.
Your rotten crusty toes,
I will wet them with my lips.
I will carry you with my wide hips,
But please lead the way.
For I am too young,
Too slow,
To retarded,
To even face the right direction.
Which is why I am grateful
To have you ride my back,
And tell me where to go and what to do.
Ride me as a boo rag rides the backs of children,
To the fiery circles of hell.