God Can’t Cook

Waited 4 hours for God to serve me breakfast this morning.
When it finally showed up there was shell in the eggs, and a bit of blood on the plate.

 

I was so disappointed,
I pushed a shopping cart full of rocks onto the railroad tracks,
sat down beneath a tree with a couple of six packs,

and stared directly into the Sun till I all could see  were black dots.

 

I’m still amazed how God can create such a thing as the Sun and still can’t fry up two eggs.

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