dear mr. GOD, a letter

dear mr. GOD

as you can see all : you will read this, and i can keep the money for stamps.

you have given me so much.

you gave me a brain filled with stars which is of no use than to make life complicated.

you gave me a time in nappies, a family, school, then work,women, children, grandchildren, and you will give me nappies again in the nursing home.

your gifts are not always pleasant, sometimes a bit smelly, i am sorry to say.

and in the end you will kill me anyway.

but before you torture me day after day with headaches, dental pain and loads of daily worries.

even with guilt, you like this best, i know.

you are not a fair person,mr. GOD.

even a bit creepy when i know that you´have been the first to start artificial insemination, maybe for the fun of confusing everybody, and then look what you did to your son. 

not nice.

i learned on poems and i listened to music, i saw all the beauty you gave and all the ugliness too.

if i could be a poem i would not need to buy toilet paper, and if i was a song i would not

need to pee. if i was a painting i even would not need food.

only i would not be me then.

could you kindly make me a tree when i will be dead?

in the meantime i try to enjoy the not so serious parts of your creation. this i do take very very serious indeed.

i try to forget your bad character a bit and mine too. 

we are both as we are, or so they told me wherever i asked.

i don't know if i will ever forgive you.

yours respectfully

me

ps: send money. i know where you are.