Where’s the God who isn’t there?
Where’s the God who doesn’t care?
God with flowing, graying hair,
hand outstretched to nowhere.

He doesn’t seem to be here.
Perhaps He went to get a beer.
Not like Him to disappear,
earth’s original Engineer.

Some people say He’s not around.
Reasoning which isn’t sound
on a subject this profound.
He’s just not on your plot of ground.

Should you need Him you’ll be quick
to toss your devil’s walking stick,
dump your evil little tricks,
act like you’re someone handpicked

as one of his rare but favored saints.
He knows you and He knows you ain’t.
He smells your smarmy, sickly taint,
and has to act with some restraint,

not to wring your scrawny neck.
He should, but He’s God, so what the heck.
He puts up with your stupid dreck
and prepares to bounce your worthless check.