THE BOOKBAG

I was sat on the shelf

For everyone to see

In hopes that some lady

would come in and purchase me.

Then up came this lady,

Looked at my price tag

Then said to her companion

This would make a book bag.

And look at this room

And see here how wide,

The straps will be sturdy

Hold the weight put inside.

What's a book bag? Say I

To the purse at my right

What this lady says

Gives me a fright.

The purse on my left

Said with disdain

This woman's a nut

Taken leave of her brain.

Folks, what I've been thru

From that day 'til now

Can't start to explain

I wouldn't know how.

The very first thing she did

The very same night

Was stuff me with things

'Til I was stuffed tight.

Books, handbills, and Bibles

One just can't believe

What she poked inside me

'Til I couldn't breathe

Now, here come the clincher,

Don't think that I lie

In went some magazines

I thought I would die.

Each A.M. is the same,

But I must confess

As the day wears on

The load gets much less

We all jammed together,

other book bags and me

The group motoring along

To the Territory.

My strap was once chewed

As I sat on the floor

When some sister got in

And closed the car door.

I seen it was coming

As she started to pull

Not an inch could I move

I'd been stuffed to the full.

She knocks on a door,

Tells them "Jehovah" about

reaches into my mouth

and pulls something out.

And when they do take it

I could do a tailspin,

It's then that I know

She'll not cram it back in.

The times I can't count

Her Bible I saw

First in, then back out.

My rib cage is raw.

And there's something else

She uses me for,

And as a result

My sides are quite sore.

When there's a dog

That acts like it mean

Down goes her arm

Putting me in between.

She takes me on studies

Oh, I've learned a lot,

How the Righteous will live,

But the wicked will not.

When we go in a house

There I sit on the floor

While she tell the person

What lies in store.

And while they are talking

Some kids head my way,

They are so busy

No mind do they pay.

Since she is not looking

He opens my flap

While he's rummaging around

I'd like to give him a slap

I remember the time

As in one house we sat;

This dog came over....

Well, we won't go into that

She stops for a break,

To get out of the heat;

Leaving me there waiting

Out on the car seat.

Boy, I'd like to tell here,

But what good would that do;

Can't she see that I'm

Sitting, out here, melting too?

Well, I could go on,

About what I have seen;

Ranging from those receptive

To those who are mean.

There's one thing I ponder

The resurrection to be,

Do you think there's a chance

For a book bag like me?

They say it's for people

who are sleeping in Hell;

Those who have been faithful

And have served God well.

Well, I have served long

But I'm on my last stitch

Will I be resurrected?

Or thrown out in the ditch?

I guess I'll just wait,

See what there shall be;

But you ain't seen nothing,

"Til you're a bookbag like Me!