GOD has WAY more fingers than “WE” do,
HIS reach, Dexterity, more REFINED.
HE listens from across QUINTILIAN Light Years
and, HEARS the clinkings of our “finest” minds.
A balance point that holds UNCOUNTED Star Fields
with Voice in Timbres only Zygotes FEEL.
Olfactories that can pinpoint BEE Farts
add, taste-buds that savor Quark’s appeal.
Most of all, HE sees “US” so much different,
we’ve written “WE”, made upon “HIS IMAGE”… THE LAMPOON.
Because, we fight to ‘CHANGE’
in TRUTH, “WE” are HIS TERRESTRIAL CARTOONS.
From AROUND the World, “OUR” fingerprints PAINT “FREEDOM” RE-FURLED. The CULPRITS gather from their STAGNANT PONDS, INFECTING where was HOPE BEYOND. This RUN-ON verse so
LIKE their clan, confuses those that WON’T DEMAND. Yet, future, passed NO TESTS, of LATE, unable to gather “STORY” straight. The “TICKS” have bred, of WHAT, they know. Just FOISTING ‘S CARCINOMAS without some BREAK.