God
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 and
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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