A Stupid Little Rhyme

By God, He's Dead!:


In singing this news
I grieve most of all,
so allow me to speak
of His life and His fall:

His guises were carpenter,
Maker, and pigeon.
His consort was mortal,
He cared not a smidgeon.

He published a book,
in the name of the prophets.
but gave up the rights,
and sees not the profits

As maker his skills
were second to none
save Mara or Pangu
or Yuanshi Tianzun

Bearded, breaded,
He lived in a biscuit.
The pious they loved him
in the form of a triscuit.

He roared and he bellowed
in old Testament times,
and censured his mortals
with blowhardy rhymes.

He outlived his son,
Jesu' consubstantiate
who bled on a cross
after bread at a banquet.

Now Heaven or Hell,
to where will he go?
He's unwelcome down,
so up He will go.

I now leave the mourners
with one final thought:
Yaweh was great,
and now he is Naught.


-BJB