Goodbye God…


I just used him for his six pack,

his perfect male bod.

Gave him years of love and tears…


He only saw himself as God.



Holier than thou…

Gods gift to the world

demands centre stage.

It has to go his way,

or it’s the highway to rage.


Stamping his feet

he throws his weight round,

giving lectures for hours

he likes hearing his sound.


A well practiced charmer

with the women he chooses,

his affection’s the prize,

it’s his girlfriend who loses.