beware the gods

There was a meeting of the “gods” The “real” ones and the “frauds” The one’s that shaved their heads The one’s with “wicked” bods Each one convinced “they are the One” You must choose - ya can’t have none Or else concede a one celled amoeba Somehow spawned and then conceived ya At lunch they served a “stoic” stew Topped off with a Pagan brew A sweet dessert of humble pie Beneath a dark skeptical sky The gods of men are snowflake thin Hidden beneath the distant din Of times and hopes and promised lands An hourglass of endless sand The “gods” of men are running wild While the “men of God” walk single file