Begging
Spiritual Dialogue

God came by to chew the fat. Seems His old lady split and took all the beer. He asked for a few bucks to tide Him over until she came to her senses and returned back home. God has a peculiar way of making you feel guilty even when you have done nothing wrong. I pulled a couple of twenties out of my wallet and gave them to Him. He gave me one of those looks that made me feel retarded so I gave Him a couple of bills more. He stuffed the money in His shirt pocket and winked as if to say I gotcha again. Then he left without even a thank you.
Copyright © 2020 by Harley King
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