Poem - An Atheists Prayer

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Poem An Atheists Prayer The following poem, which might not appeal to those with strong religious convictions, was inspired by a recent five word poetry challenge set by @Jessicalynnt. The five words to be used are flake, odd, goofy, peculiar, wacky. An Atheists Prayer You are very odd, God, Making Adam from a clod Of Earth. That must have given you some moments of mirth. Then you waited until he slept Before you turned invisible and quietly crept Down to perform open chest surgery in the night So that when he awoke in Eden’s dawning light He fell in love with a flake Of the portion of his own rib you chose to take To create his bride, the woman beside Him there was no preacher to wed. Strange how you later condemned us for unmarried sex in bed You must have been completely off your head On some sort of drugs, like LSD or wacky backy When you later behaved so mean and tacky As to flood the World saving only Noah and co A Joke’s a joke God but don’t you think you go A bit far killing your son to make a point to lumps of mud That we will go to Hell if we don’t start being good? Then there’s all that peculiar Hitler stuff How much suffering makes even you think enough’s enough? It’s not being goofy being such a total nut Why not help your chosen people out of a rut Instead of pushing them deeper into the mire There’s nothing you do that I really admire Nothing you say that could really inspire Me to greater acts of morality. You make us fear our own mortality In the peculiar notion that we will love you more And dare to threaten us with the Hell-fire waiting in store I accuse you of epic scale Narcissistic vanity Love me or else is bullying if not outright insanity. Your biography seems to yell Repent now or you will send us to Hell If we dare to find our own code of honor and love But some of us still say as far as we are concerned you can shove It where the Sun doesn't shine, You might think you’re big and mighty divine But even next to Satan you’re an evil swine. I hope you are able to understand The more love you continue to demand, Using threats and suffering in the way you insist Makes many mortal clods more likely to resist And some of us suspect you don’t even exist. If you actually made this clod Who tells you right here and now that you can sod Off, as making me from dirt was pretty good And as far as I’m concerned The one thing I seem to have learned Since evolving from the Primeval pud Is that I'm a man and your name is Mud. Arthur Chappell