I know how God feels. Forced to listen to you, crying for what you want. Giving you food and shelter. Even love. Still expected to clean up your shit. You should worship me. Bring gifts. Sacrifices. Hell, the cat brings me a dead mouse. She knows what’s up. Knows the hell I can rain down from above. Treat your god well. Show the appreciation He deserves. Give him a song and dance once in a while. Even Jesus’ daddy had an angry side. Look what happened to him. All right, all right. Quiet down. I’m looking for the damn wipes.
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Sean A.
A happy guy that tends to write a little cynically. Just my way of dealing with the world outside my joyous little bubble.
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