September 12, 2025

Heaven and hell have shut their doors:

Earth's permanent purgatory.

Since no one can agree on mores,

Our lives go on desultory.

God and Satan saw the fault lines

Laid by the self-righteous down here,

Put up their "no vacancy" signs

And shuttered the blinds in fear.

"It is a question of precepts,"

God tells her former enemy.

"I have no room for these rejects!"

Satan's concessionary plea.

They both concur they're at wit's end.

There's something rotten in this mess.

Somewhere somebody has to mend

Instead of "I couldn't care less."