(this post is a continuation of the previous one, titled “Throwing paint for the glory of God”)
DEAR GOD, WHY DID YOU MAKE?
Dear God, why did you have to make
A thing to look like that?
It seems as though you took some paint
And threw it with a splat
Why did you form the toad, the worm,
They aren’t the least bit pretty
You should have made them all look like
A cuddly little kitty
The North Pole was a huge mistake
Why can’t you get it right?
You really ought to know that
There is more to life than white
I’ll bet that when you stretched the sky
You mocked us with your jape
Just miles of empty, boring space
And clouds all nothing-shape
Why make the mountains quite so high
When they are only girt
With plain old white stuff on the top-
And under, rocks and dirt?
And what on earth can be the good
Of forest, and the jungle?
It’s clear to me you dumped the leaves
And wood into a jumble
The desert is a pointless thing
It’s hot and such a bore
Just looking at its emptiness
Is nothing but a chore
What were you thinking when you made
That vast expanse of sea?
Just why it’s all so wet and blue is
Leagues away from me
No noises you created can
Express a song or hymn
Your birds all twitter out of tune
And water makes a din
So all in all dear God I think
I’ll grade you (and please muse it)
By giving “C” for Tech, but only
“F” for Art and Music
© Nick Fisher, October 18th 2013, including poem and pictures.