I sho hates the Devil (but God, you gots ta shape up too
I know the devil’s the bad dude, and you’re sposed to be good and all that
But big guy, let me tell you, I jes don’t think you know where it’s at
A lotta things they need affixing and that’s a pure and simple fact
Howsa about getting your holy arse a stirrin and perform some miraculous act
Big guy, they’s a lotta problems and they’s more seems to be growin each day
So why aintcha out there affixing ‘em, in this big guy, miraculous way
Why, hells bells, you made the earth and I’m a guessing likely the cosmos too
So why do ya let public restrooms, smell like some ‘ol gol-danged zoo
Big guy you a real puzzle. I’ma thinking you just might could be lazy
Lettin women get raped and kids starve sure seems crazy
Seems like you alookin tother way, seems like you surely do
Yeah, I hates the devil, but God you gotta shape up too
And hows about foot fungus, arthritis and my achin back
Big guy, sho nuff, atimes I’ma thinking you just don know jack
messy ’ol airplane crashes, way big ‘ol floods an such
Hell, I’d point that religious finger and stop ‘em with that righteous touch
I know you run this big ‘ol kingdom, up in that big ‘ol sky
So howsa about a big ‘ol miracle for that little ‘ol kid starving in Mombai
Don wanna sound disrespectful lord, hopin you knowin that’s true
Sho nuff I hates the Devil, but God you really, really, gotta shape up too
And don you be layin no plagues on me now. I’m jus tryin to getcha offa your duff
Big guy, you sho done lotsa miracles,
but right now you jes ain doin enuf
poem by David Whalen
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