i thought o yes, i see
i saw god, he looked
as you and me
o, i said, tell me
i wanted to know
so many things
and where my journey
ends. blabla he said
and looked the same
as the devil ,you and me,
blabla he said
i asked, well, are you
Donald Trump or who.
Blabla he said.
Well, why should i know.
It was not a good show.
The neon light chiseled
his face into distortion
and i said: who who who
are you. i don't know,
he said, but you will die.
I don't mind, i said,
but i am a liar.
i started to lie sitting
on my potty as a child.
He could see all, they
said. i pretended
to be busy, and i tried
to tell him: you see it wrong,
when in fact, it was release
from pressure and religion.
today, i must say
i met god on tv,
yesterday, a bit shy,
on my potty. again
he said: bla bla blabla
ps: s-lightly drunk..:-)
ps: s-lightly drunk..:-)
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