when god was just a kid he used to lie
he told his mom he flushed when he did not
he hit his little sister, watched her cry
yes, god was quite the wicked little snot
one time i heard god shot his sister’s cat
he shot it in the butt to make it run
i wonder now why god was such a brat
and why he thought i’d think such things were fun
i guess because he put it in the book
the book he told the world was his great “word”
perhaps we all should take a deeper look
at things like this that magnify “absurd”
so god is who you hope will hear you pray?
he hears you, laughs, then turns and walks away.
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