I don't know how the fuck this poem came about but I think there's a sequel in one of my notebooks. I don't know if that'll ever see the light of day.
"god listens to his therapist"
god feels sorry for himself
he created pain and sin
and joy and love to counteract them
but humans seem to prefer
the first two best
"you fucks!
i gave you a beautiful world
and you created credit card debt!"
god bellows at the humans
they respond:
"you fucked off to a cloud
and left us to fend for ourselves, in bodies
that self destruct
even if we don't abuse them"
god was muttering to himself
"i can't
i can't just drown them all again"
he pushed his fists
together, which drew sparks
"maybe this one time
my therapist is right
i will go to them"
so god showed his face
and a few christians rejoiced
but most of them
were sad like the atheists
then for a bit of time
things were good
until god got bored
left the angels in charge
and fucked off back to his cloud
then the humans got bored
and decided to fuck the angels
