The Laughter of the Gods
Methinks there are too many GODS
One inside each head
Unable to agree on much
That is until they're dead
Some claim just one
Yet can't agree
On how that ONE
Sees you and me
Yet others herd
With twisted texts
Of humble voices
Loudly flexed
There are those
Who have not one
Yet gather Sunday's
Just for fun
The GODS sit rollicking
In laughter
Their baying sheep
Put out to pasture
John G. Lawless
8/2/2020
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2020
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