"BLASPHEMY" a poem/prose/story kind of thing *WARNING*: IF you have NO sense of humor DON'T read this!!!!

Morning bleeds sunlight

Puffs white clouds at those hard to get to places

but still feels completely exposed for all to see

Damned infernal light! So unforgiving!

But she looks just fine to me ...

Tell her she looks lovely.

This debate could go all day ...
                                              .... .....
                                                And it did as a matter of fact.

The night leaks moonlight

Stars get so jealous!

"She's such an attention hog!!" they all say.

Perhaps that's true actually, but who am I to say?

Next I'll be hearing that the grass is too green or the water is too wet?

Is there anything you people haven't complained about yet?

So I (God) got a voice mail box, you know for all the complaints.

The systems supposed to filter the calls, but sometimes it goes on the fritz.

But my son is a helluva mechanic, so it'll get fixed.

To file a complaint dial 1 and an operator will be on the line shortly.

To file a grievance please hang up and call our insurance department, using the code #666.

For blessings, bar mitzvahs, funerals, or weddings dial 2.

To offer praise, supplication, thanksgiving or first born sons dial 3 and get immediate assistance.

If your neighbor's dog, car, cat, or children are messing up your yard dial 4, then go inside before the lightning storm.

For all other needs dial 5 or figure it out on your own.

So god hasn't forgotten about people, but its like we tell those annoying friends who say "you never pick up the phone" ...

In today's digital age we can:
-Screen our calls
-Use answering systems
-Text so we never really have to speak to another human being ever again

So smile, eat a candy bar with high fructose corn syrup and hydrogenated oil, bask in the sunlight, admire the stars and ignore the damn phone when you feel like it.

                                                              Much Love,
                                                               GOD 

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