I hear tell Priest daydreams of uncovering the God’s penis

as for pages, I'm off dog ears. it's a clean break. I'm off cigarettes, too––

and self abuse, largely discouraged by the term.

I didn't understand until Priest spilled the beans in 1953.

psalm one:

the God has a penis It won’t use. I guess that makes sense.

just 'cause I'm made in the God's image doesn't mean

the God has to use it according to my book of: "how things work".

maybe the God pees just by thinking about peeing like Donald Trump.

that way, there’s no actual piss, you see. why would there be? It's the God!

but why one dick? a twin alongside is like a reserve tank

in case the first one runs out. makes sense.

the second psalm:

the God could kill me right now––or blow-up the Sun,–– or

swallow a whole spinning Milky Way in one sitting!

It should confess to Its own mortal sins.

It should spend some time in the Children’s Wing, or plant another tree

with an apple that won’t detach from the branch so easily.

( picture Eve struggling with a cantankerous granny smith!

and bare-ass, to boot! )  I like to fantasize as much as the next guy.

the psalm of ages:

Adam's a stroonz.

and why does the God continue to struggle for my soul against the Beelzebub?!

and why put me in the awkward position of spending valuable time between these two lunatics like I'm some kind of damn wishbone?!

oh, of course! It's back to the ever-present original sin!

well, the original sin can kiss my original old geezer's ass!

and while I’m at it,.. what the fuck's going on around here?!