1CrazyVegetarian

There's a god on my street glorious and radiant blind and crippled  begging for loose change. Everyday I drop him four quarters Ping Ping Ping Ping they sound in god's cup and I'm sure they ring like mellifluous bells  for the world to hear from my disgusting street. However I don't stay with this god nor does he stay with me he stays on this street this street is his home and my home is elsewhere away from such a disgraceful hovel. There's a god on my street however once I leave him he will not see me he sees nothing at all  does nothing at all living of the four glorious pings which I bless upon him. There's a god on my stree