A fellow (while trav'lling abroad)
Became (rather frightfully) bored
So finding some space in a peaceful quiet place
He sought out a word from the Lord

He sat there in earnest reflection
While waiting on divine direction
And emptied his mind in the hope that he'd find
A heavenly hotline connection

Some thoughts quickly flowed through his head
He drew a deep breath and then said
'It's working (I think), I am starting to drink
And my spirit will soon be well-fed'

Emotions beginning to soar
He opened his mind even more
'Til his cranium cracked and his brain (still intact)
Spilled itself in a heap on the floor

The point of this story is plain
You'll save youself plenty of pain
By taking a look at God's heavenly book
And engaging your God-given brain