The Stupid God is by too many heard
And heeded. Every single stupid word
The wrinkled citrus avatar, that turd,
Will speak, an audience abundant has,
And every lie therein is made to pass
As broken wind and so us all harass.
Who is like Absolon to Alisoun,
Who, farted on, return in anger soon
And answers those who think to act the loon
With heat and piercing point in driven deep?
Few. Too many still will think to keep
Themselves outside the fray and only weep.
The Stupid God forever must be fought,
Lest by inaction we all lose our lot.