Divine Retribution

Bad hair day,
the grenades still stuck
in my throat,
the trains late at the station;
I’ve been transferred to nation.

Thought I didn’t know
what’s in store:
I do know now.

A tug-o-war
that made me feel important
for a second or two:
the hours are long
& the perks are few.

And I’m sure
at the end of the day
Im gonna be made
the scapegoat anyway!

One of those days:
when God gets his kicks
by picking on chicks;
who can’t make up their mind.
“It’s about time”;
says the almighty
with a devilish grin.
I retort:
“Hey, it was that babe Eve,
not me;
who commited the original sin!”