Pissed stained park bench

Revelations from
A piss stained park
Bench.
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I met God sitting
on a pissed stained
park bench,

mumbling to himself
about not
Winning the Pulitzer
Prize;

I could barely stand
The Mortal Stench.

But was drawn
To
Tragic Comedies.

(Laughing in his
Eyes.)

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"Have a shot of
Holy Wine."

He said without
A Smile.

"It feeds the poor
and makes them
Swine."

(Or puppets in
Denial.)

I took a sip
and passed it
back,

Then felt
The OddesT
Chill,

Which made
My
Unborn Spirit
Laugh!

(agsinst it's own
Freewill.)

"Have another
Sip."

He said.

As the world
around me grew
Unlevel.

"And deny
That
Cannibal
Monkey
Bread!!"

Baked
and
Served by
Frauds!

(and
Devils.)

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I then
Left God
Mumbling on
A
Pissed stained
Park Bench.

But still visit
him
From Time to
Time,

Ignoring the
barely tolerable
Stench.

(That I realize
was Mine.)

J.s.h.