Oh, what a strain this is
the voice in my head
why couldn’t God put a
jukebox instead?
that would’ve brightened up
my day, even my mood
and I would’ve danced forever
to a merry tune
did he do this because
he wanted us to be good?
or so he could torture us?
isn’t it a torture to worry
about what’s good and what’s evil
and ultimately acting on
impulse, so far removed
from God and all his gospels?
Maybe
God wants me to think
about who I am and
what is my purpose
ponder over the existential conunudrums.
then I think God is a pig farmer
feeding us shit and
fattening us up for slaughter
but pay no heed to what He thinks
us pigs are not easy to kill
us resilient shit eaters
still can fight
without a neck
and a hint of spine.
Nevertheless, sometimes
the music plays
and Sinatra sings
and in the lamplight
feeding on kerosene or coal
it doesn’t seem so
unbearable anymore
to be sleepless
in this tiny room.
Beautiful, lined God’s comparison with the farmer…
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