You know - I don't think this is what Pure Fiction was looking for at all when they set this weeks Poetry Bus challenge. But sadly, I am about as deep as a puddle, so creating a work of spiritual depth is tragically beyond me.
But hey, at least it's not blasphemous... I don't think...
God has taken up residence
in my right little toe.
I know that this is the case
'cos Satan told me so.
I'm not sure what he's doing there
or how long he plans to stay
(Lucifer was a little fuzzy on the facts
what can I say?)
But I'm happy that he is interested,
has chosen to take a role
in the problems of my little piggies
and my troubled sole.