I saw a kid in the super today who looked very much like your God.
He palmed a snickers bar; went straight up his sleeve as he walked out grinning!
Was that your God, is that how he acts? He was a most beautiful boy
With evil green eyes that twinkled divinity from Fifth to Wall Street and back….
A most delightful urchin,
I followed to the subway; he went down to get a ride. There he was
Standin’ on the platform, lookin’ fly, a hip-hop cap screwed on sideways.
I went over to high five him on the slick job, but three archangels
Enclosed him in a diamond-wing-force-field and I couldn’t say Jack.
He stepped on the train, flipped me a peace sign and vanished.
Was that your God, is that how he acts?
He sure is a brainy brat, but cool, man, he was way too cool for his age.