Complaining to God
A poem
Published in
Oct 24, 2022
I am drunk
My faith in you has shrunk
What do I do
When I quarrel with myself over you?
What’s my purpose?
Why am I here?
To find you in churches
Or seek myself with beer?
Is stupidity a crime?
I didn’t choose my brain
It’s your fault, not mine
You made me, amen
Are you a puzzle to solve
Only for ones with much resolve?
How do you choose the winner
And absolve the sinner?
For sin is a lack of sense
Your engineering fault hence
You didn’t design me well
Why should I burn in hell?
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