I am GOD of my section
omnipresent
directing the flow
making the ultimate decisions
as to what stays
what goes
how much to charge
how little
which polished newcomers
get an all access pass
to Bill’s Bookmobile
which ones go on to the prisons
and hospitals
And what inevitably gets called home
to heaven
the tired,
marked up
mildewed,
highlighted ones
with post-its stuck
in irretrievable places
spoiled and unsalable.
Hell has to wait
its turn after
a dissertation on morality
even bullshit
endures my scrutiny
green in my omniscience.
The list
of human
speculation
is endless
in fact
stacks of them
keep petitioning
for another audience
hoping
for a different outcome.
Love
my favorite
usually ends up
at the top of the pile
since I am
GOD
and GOD is love
and well
because I said so!
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