why, in my name, would I care
about you or your speck of dust planet
which (maybe) exists somewhere OUT THERE?
Do you really conceive I crave burnt offerings,
animal slaughterings, jihads, crusades?
That I require erecting of temples, masses who tremble?
That I give a shit which quarterback plays
for a team, at present, without a name
in an infamous city lacking all shame?
If you insist you deserve better,
I reply, “So do I.
You find yourself some other god
and I'll give some other monkey a try."
