Big old poof, sittin’ in the sky
Bossin’ us ’round,
I guess He doesn’t have enough to do,
Can’t sort His own shit out
So He has to give us arseholes
About feeding skinny kids
Why doesn’t He feel bad?
He’s the one who made them,
Racist, too, since he made all the poor ones black.
Or did he make all the black ones poor?
Simon P. Murphy is the author of His Master’s Wretched Organ.