When God Is Trumped By a Lemon
I don't need God today,
Just a pitcher of water
a couple of rays of lemon
chilled in the fridge
to heavenize
the lips.
Such a simple thing, a glass of chilled bliss.
No, I don't need God today, but tomorrow may be different.
Is it blasphemous to tell a simple truth?
For this little treasure chest
of simple pleasures that I sip.
Does it really make God pissed?
Tomorrow may very well be different
but for today God was trumped by a lemon.
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