This question was asked some years ago by Bea. The result is either blasphemy or just really odd.
Well I’d never been so insulted.
So annoyed
There I was.
Minding my own business.
Doing my job
Being the eternal void.
When here He comes:
Himself. The Don. Big cheese.
And suddenly
It’s “let there be this
Let there be that.”
Not so much as a “please!”
Light and land and water
Stars and moon and sun
Animals and birds
All kinds of tat.
I said “I’ve got a livelihood here mate.
I can’t be the eternal nothingness
With you cluttering up the place
With things. “
Of course by then it was a bit too late.
I wasn’t too impressed.
But when I tried to tell him to his face
“Oi! Keep it down” he says:
“Can’t you see that it’s my day of rest?”
I don’t know who he bloody thinks he is.
Tom Juniper Poetry 