Get a life
So God asked me smugly, “How did you
find the life I fashioned one for you?”
“Not very colorful, Sire,” I decried.
“My wife was homely and dull
My kids, mediocre and drab
I slogged, I struggled feeling ever gray.
An uneventful life. Unconditionally normal.
Methinks, you did a gross injustice by me.”
“Oh, shut the … whining,” God boomed.
“Just go back and get a life!”
Copyright © Abdul Malik | Year Posted 2025
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