Thursday, 16 September 2010

Chez God

God dropped his earthwork microphone,
Took his bulldog for a brisk walk and left,
His keys on the marble kitchen counter.

God has sleep in his eyes and breath
Like old books, he forgets to feed his fish,
His kids names, birthdays, his pin code.

God's not near perfect:
Mrs God has to deal with frequent
Mood changes, cloud eating binges,
The long showers and his constant

He lets missus clean and polish heaven
As the depths of hell rumble from the
Flat below.

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