Fire and Fury
God has recently made clear
That he would push the button:
The red one. Let us raise a cheer.
We know that God’s a glutton
For punishment, for dealing out
The brimstone and the blaze:
What’s, he says, the fuss about –
The world’s seen better days,
I’m omnipresent, bored and cold,
Morality’s gone hang,
The best way to stay warm, I’m told,
Is push this button. (Bang.)
Besides, he says, I look at you,
Your leaders, their demeanours,
A puffball and a cockatoo,
Two braggarts, pair of preeners;
A spiv, a div; two foolish twins
Who clock their mirrors, tweet –
Two imbeciles (and full of sins,
Or I’m no Paraclete),
A nincompoop, a knucklehead,
A birdbrain and a nut,
A pair of cruds who have no cred,
A doofus and a mutt –
One says, Fire full of fury,
One says, Double Dare –
Both dispose with judge and jury.
Why should I really care?
Why shouldn’t I dispose of all?
Aren’t these two perfect omens?
The hard and acid rain must fall
(Just read the Book of Romans).
There there, said God, my little joke.
Ka-boom. A-ha. Go figure.
He rose, and blessed all earthly folk,
But sat down on the trigger.