Clapping feet to give hands a rest
Counting rain droplets on the washing line counting them off into infinity
Wonder if humanity’s Gods punishment
Nope still haven’t got it right
The lizardy ones lasted a while
Maybe try them again
Wonder if God has his own pest control
God picks up his phone
Inscribed with a Gold G
Hi Dave it’s God
Yeah I seem to have an infestation of humans
Any ideas
Yeah I know but the flaming giant balls been done
Somehow they all came back
W starts with a d
Tonight the part of God and Dave was played by me
-No gods were harmed in the creation of this poem
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