If you were really God,
Like you think you are,
You’d put bar codes on the clouds,
Charging us by the second for views.
We would be allowed one breath
Every ten seconds, but
We’d have to pray for each one in between.
Because our parents are saving
Their pennies to get into heaven,
We’d all wear the same t-shirts
And sleepy pajamas our mommies
Put on us at birth, stretching them
On a special machine, invented by you.
(For a small fee.)
If the cloth became too thin for modesty,
We could color it with a magic marker
That was soaked in water.
(For a larger fee, markers are expensive!)
You would say luxury is blasphemy,
But who can afford luxury
When sunlight is so costly
And water so very dear.
A world of beggars at your feet,
You wouldn’t give so much as an old toenail,
Never mind your only son.