God spat an ocean, shat the Alps,
pissed torrents and waterfalls,
God wasn’t beautiful and frightened
the curly-headed kiddies and nuns.
God drove by in a beat-up rust-bucket,
whistling and shouting and waving a gun.
God played the spoons and bummed quarters
by the entrance to the liquor store.
He planted timebombs in the hearts and minds
of orthodontists and city officials.
What a character! A right barrel of laughs.
Like the time he threw up all over Jupiter.
And the practical jokes; you’ve seen his platypus.
And the plagues of his miserable temper.