Silly God and Christ-ian fools spend so much time
Defending a corpse in desperate grasping hopeless hope
That the universe will not swallow them up.
Castrated by fear, they struggle - anxiously mouth and mime
And desperately convince themselves that the slippery slope
Into oblivion is no more than a sip from the mythical cup.
Dear Sky Fairy,
Please hear my prayer as I’m told you will.
Dear smiling fairy Jesus,
Born of a virgin like Dolly the sheep
Dear Holy Spirit,
Invisible but present - like electricity
If I mutter to myself, how do you hear without ears?
Why does God not heal amputees?
Is it that He hates their knees
Or stumps or stubs or endless pleas
For new-grown limbs?
Or is it that he does not see
Nor hear nor smell their misery
Because he’s no more than a disease
That we’ve created for our sins?