Being God
“ Dear Lord, let it rain on my crops.”
“ Father, hold the rain, got a job.”
“ Don’t be cruel, not a baby again in penury.”
“ Just one please, even with disabilities.”
“ Having a blast eh?; watching a loser in misery.”
“ Just an ounce of health, take my luxury.”
“ A jar of wealth and a spoon of health.”
“ Over here a swap! This for pain, that for dearth.”
“ Cut me a slack, Edward with the scissors.”
“ Take my life already, this rogue dick leisures.”
“ My God told me you’d see the sun rain.”
“ Mine wants blood in exchange for gain.”
“ What supreme being? You must be nuts!”
And there sat HIM, scrolling down and up.
‘22:06:15:21:10
Copyright © Adeyemi Joshua | Year Posted 2022
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