The End of Everything
I was exfoliating with a friend
And popping mouthfuls of assorted pills,
Accompanied by smoked meat, slaw, and dills,
When she did something she did not intend:
She talked to God. That should have been the end
Of everything, but I just have to lend
An ear when she discusses these new thrills,
How she sees prophets on the windowsills
And angels in my hair. I have to bend.
I don't believe in God. An atheist
Would say, however, that I'm dithering,
Expecting angels to descend and sing.
Well, something fell, with a hell of a twist
And, weeping, mashed its face against my fist.
That should have been the end of everything.
And popping mouthfuls of assorted pills,
Accompanied by smoked meat, slaw, and dills,
When she did something she did not intend:
She talked to God. That should have been the end
Of everything, but I just have to lend
An ear when she discusses these new thrills,
How she sees prophets on the windowsills
And angels in my hair. I have to bend.
I don't believe in God. An atheist
Would say, however, that I'm dithering,
Expecting angels to descend and sing.
Well, something fell, with a hell of a twist
And, weeping, mashed its face against my fist.
That should have been the end of everything.
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