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God's World
larrylark

God made a wigwam. Saw that it was good.
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He jigged Stan and Marge, plus two cute daughters,
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Sam and Betty, who wished no one ill will,
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except Boris, the boy who lived in the ranch house next door.
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He pot shot their feet as they danced on the ground sheet
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spread over their floor, while Stan and Marge hunted in superstores
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for provisions and feathers to adorn their beautiful leatherette head bands.
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Then he made rain, preceded by thunder and shots from a  blunderbuss
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to blow them asunder if they strayed near the ranch house,
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and Boris’s daddy cut off their guide ropes and the wigwam fell down,
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while he made a hanging noose for those who might choose to climb over his fence.
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Next, God made work for Stanley and Marge, to earn them some pay,
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so they could stay in the barn built by Boris’s father. “Work is the way,
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for too much play sews foul thoughts in the head, and sleeping in bed,
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though exhausted, half dead,  is no fun, for any old son of a gun,
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and makes me no money. So spake Boris Senior.
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Years later, God made Stan and Marge old. They could work no more,
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daughters long flown to the city, a place with no pity, working the streets
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to buy bubble gum and pop corn, treats to which they got quickly addicted,
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and then they were no good for no one or nothing.
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So Marge and Stan, without even a roof from a house on their heads,
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cast out with no bread, were pretty soon dead, and were very surprised
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that God had told lies, when they discovered no heaven existed,
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nor hell as well, so that Boris’s daddy for the good times he’d had at their expense,
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on the day he came knocking, would get the same recompense,
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and God saw that it was good, or maybe bad,
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to create a world packed with those who’d been had.
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27 Apr 07

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Nice work larry I love the wry cynicism, you could easily expand on this one.
 — unknown

I agree with unknown needs expanded or even reformatted into song. I think I see a logic flaw with the whole God lying thing. If there's no heaven or hell when then still refer to god in this christian sense? I dunno if that makes sense-kinda tierd no explaining well. Its almost there, but I say song not poem and there's such a difference. Also 'spake' too religious for a cynical poem. Alright thanks for posting!
 — Trish77

Thanks unknown


But you see I'm large enough as it is.

Larry gas bag lark
 — larrylark

nice job. another great poem.
 — listen

twenty-three to twenty-four ... leaves me wandering, in such a good way though.
 — listen

Hi Trish

As I don't believe in any off it I couldn't possibly comment.

Larry in his own write Lark
 — larrylark

Hi Listen

Too long and written from a state of total boredom.

Larry wishing something, anything would happen Lark
 — larrylark

Oh no, please don't let that be true. Your cynicism makes me wanna cry, lol! Very well written.
 — angrychick

Hi angrychick

Who can tell till we arrive at the gates of heaven or hell. I guess we will be ushered into a room that will look like a doctors surgery and be told the good or in my case the bad news. I have already bought flame proof underwear to be buried in.

Larry Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens Lark
 — larrylark

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