Some days I feel like a wet tomato And others i feel more like a mashed potato. Don't put me through that mincer,Lord,Amen. I do pray for your peace just now and then. In the middle of the storm there is a point Where calmness reigns and everything's in joint. And if you send me trials too soon again. I guarantee: I'll become agnostic then. I'll scratch you with my pen. I'll take up Zen I'll ring Big I'll fry this pan. I'll hurl a can I'll join a band. I'll lie in sand. I'll make demands.