Fighting God
God in shorts, I never thought I'd see the day,
gloves and boots and grease on the eyebrows too
the bell went for round one, I threw a left, then he
smiteth me to the body with great vengence,
then yay....I had him on the ropes at last and a fierce
exchange followed, and his trainer, Jesus, shouting
in a rage, "come on dad!...don't give old Nick a win,
twill send the world into a spin,"
and then he caught me with a roundhouse to the jaw
it sent me tumbling to the floor; up on one knee
he misunderstood, saying, " rise up my son, I am your God,"
I jumped up quick, and punched him square, and Jesus
shouted, "hey that's not fair!": the last round came, the
crowd went wild, then God behaving like a child,
dancing, taunting me in tongues, I knocked him flat
into the gunge; with gnashing of teeth and a bible punch
he caught all five, a fiery bunch, and came a great commotion
and a God almighty crunch: the lord was down twas no mistake,
but came the decision, on points and gore, that it could only be
an acrimonious draw, then a band of angels siezing this chance
began to sing their choral dance; typical I thought and piped up
my demons from the crowd, a merry scene twas it indeed,
to share our world...the love and greed.
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