God
God where were you on a Sunday afternoon,
When your clouds were oh so fluffy,
Were you waiting for the right opportune.
Saying everything was just duffy.
Does a child praying for help count,
Why God did you ingnore me.
You allowed him to mount.
Could you not see.
Did you say oh she does not count.
Come here he said to me.
Do you know how babies are made.
No Daddy.
God why did you not come to my aid.
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