Maybe God’s Mean

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I’m damn old.
And I’m smart enough to know that I’m damn dumb.
I think about the world through which I’ve come.
I try to calculate some life-defining sum.
I fumble for what teensy speck of wisdom
My damn dumb mind might glean.
And all that I’ve come up with is:
Maybe God’s mean.

I look at the world
And I look at the things I’ve seen
And I think:
Maybe God’s mean.

I look at a wart.
And I look at a lima bean.
And I think:
God’s gotta be mean.

Maybe the good Lord sits and chortles
At the suffering of mortals.
He sure loves to watch us wriggle on his hook.
And dammit any way you look…
That’s mean.

I look at a man
Who just cannot put down a drink.
God, God’s mean.
That’s what I think.

I look at the world
And I think about cec’ – poor fool.
And I know:
Maybe God’s cruel.

Mankind is mighty feeble
But unlike the stoic weeble
Men can fall.
And maybe God thinks that’s funny.
And maybe that’s all.

Hard places and rocks
And down in the cracks between
God stuck man.
Dammit, that’s mean.

I think of last week
And I think of poor Maddy’s dad.
And I feel:
Maybe God’s bad.

And I’m sorry that this is true,
But if I were God,
Goddamn, that’s what I’d do.

Except for caffeine –
Maybe God’s mean.