POEM 82: GOD'S A HUMORIST

What if a blue boy knew
that the grumbling sky
and gloomy clouds
were out to beat him black cum blue?

God sneezed
Clouds gathered around His nostrils
singing hallelujah, the Lord 'rains'.
Thunderclaps 
lightning splashed
...but blue boy sauntered on
middle finger in the air.

And down came the rain
blue boy's limbs learn to race.

I imagine God grinning
whilst I ran like a headless chicken
seeking shelter from torrential furry.











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