And God gets impatient. 'We done yet?' he asks
Grown pig-sick of listening, exhausted by tasks
His damned omnipresence gives no getaway
No lunch-break. No weekend. No brief holiday
Eternity tells him that he's here to stay
Thrown praise, prayers and sung to, with zero relief
He's held like a hostage, bound by blind belief
Implored without end to arrange the unplanned
And change the unchanging with his mighty hand
He simply can't do that. They don't understand
All-seeing, all-knowing... okay, he's all that
But he doesn't pull rabbits out of his hat
Creation's an art, not a form of magic
And raising the dead is no everyday trick
It's hard enough healing a human who's sick
While his still small voice seems like it goes unheard
Their clamour - like tinnitus - rings loud and blurred
That wailing and moaning worm under his skin
There's no insulating himself from their din
He curses their suffering and curses their sin
There's no job as tough as this deity bizz
The grinding and gnashing of teeth are all his
In retrospect he finds it hard to believe
That there was a time when he'd goals to achieve
Til he went and blew it with Adam and Eve