Last night, when I was pissed,
I had a dream
In which God told me
He doesn’t exist.
My head was still aching
From too much to drink.
Such a strange situation,
I just couldn’t think.
As a lapsed Catholic
I was moderately shocked,
But Non-God was emphatic:
He was not to be mocked.
I blurted, For God’s sake,
How can Non-God be?!
But Non-God did sad face:
Oh ye of little faith!
So I made the decision
In an alcohol haze
To immediately apostate
And embrace atheism.
This evening, however,
Feeling alright,
I started thinking things over
About that Non-God last night:
If he doesn’t exist
He’s unlikely to know
I’ve unrerelapsed.
Last night I was pissed.
