Hey guys, all six of you who regularly read this blog and say just enough nice things to make me write another, this is for you. Underneath this unnecessarily boring introduction is a poem I wrote and thought I’d share. Now, I usually hate my poetry, but this one is just funny enough and has just enough irreverence toward religion and holy things that I kind of like it. If you enjoy it, you are probably going to see me in Hell, which is cool because the Devil prefers red solo cups, and solo cups don’t shatter.
In God’s Attic Apartment
So I’m just hanging out
in God’s attic apartment,
and I drop a glass. A nice one.
Crystal. A gift from his favorite Pope,
probably. And I say, “Ah, hell.”
but I’m thinking Hell, you know,
the hot place for people who shatter
God’s stemware and cuss in his apartment.
And the Creator, the Creator just laughs
and says, “Broom’s in the pantry, my child,”
and just like always, He hangs out
while I do all the work.