Tired Old Man
June 29, 2008, Matthew Good Fuck God
That’s what God would say
Prayers like post-its
A room full of crow cloaked Grendel’s
Rubbing their scaly hands
Polished diamonds
Silver and gold
Little boys and little girls
Fuck God
That’s what God would say
Pummeling Whiskey
Pulling on a Camel
With his gay friends
I ain’t you and you ain’t me
That ain’t in the Bible
But it should be
That’s what God would say
Bodies and blood
On sheets and on battlefields
On your mind and on your hands
Maniacs the lot of you
Called in sick that seventh day
That’s what God would say
In Addition
A little background is probably in order. I wrote this in response to an article I read this morning regarding the Anglican Church. The piece has Catholic connotations in it as well, a bit of poetic license obviously being the author’s prerogative. In short, I have often wondered what an omnipotent being might actually think of those that claim to represent them on earth, and how disgusted they might be with those that misrepresent them. One can only entertain two conclusions, of course. The first being that they’re a prick. The second being that, given the scope and complexities of creation, everything is how they intended it to be, including those of different sexual orientations.
