Godnitive Dissonance

On bad days I’ll be talking to the one who’s in control,

I call him on a telephone that’s buried in my soul.


It’s something I’ve been doing ever since my life began,

but only when I want things or the brown stuff hits the fan.


It’s silly cos I often say that he does not exist,

so if he does I bet I’m on his “do not answer” list.


I guess that would explain why there is no-one talking back,

perhaps I just imagined him to make up for the lack.





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