Dialing God's Number

I'm phoning the Lord, I hope he picks up, I must register a complaint, About something that ain't, For me, no over-runneth cup, My lawyer ran away, With what money I had, And I treated him so well That weasely old cad... Yes, turns out my lawyer was bad, Left me here broken, crying hopeless, and terribly sad... I got a busy signal, Would expect little less, It's true of my life, I've made such a mess... Ten minutes later I tried once again, And my luck held, bad as it usually does Bad luck, not good, it always appears was This time I cried, Out loud, thoughts turned quite obscene, Seems I am the first one to get God's answering machine