GOD
copyright 2009 by James Robert Smith
God
stubbed out another
cigarette.
He looked
down
at us.
He was
nauseous. So
He got
up and
went to the
head but
only
took a whiz.
Then He pulled
on his coat.
Took a turn
around the block.
When He
got back we
were still
here.
Damn!
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