About Your God's Poem by James McLain

God,
didn't exist
until
the first
half monkey half
man
bemoaning
his fate
ask that poignant
first question as to why.
Having nothing
to do with what's right
or wrong.
A-side
from one's intelligence
every one is
born a clean a blank slate.
Until someone,
with there own personal agenda
fills their heads
with unhealthy bad thoughts.
Crucifying them or with a dull
bladed knife,
sawing away cuts off your head.