God Begged Me For Two Shillings Poem by Ravi Kopra

I have been in search of
God, off and on wondering
that the almighty who
created this wonderful
world and made us precisely
in his image, one day might
come around wandering
looking just like us
checking how were
we doing in his kingdom.

It was just a matter of chance
I would stumble upon him some day
and stumble I did
on the steps of a catholic
church near george square
in glasgow in scotland in the
winter of nineteen seventy two.

He was sitting there howling
I am god, I am god
I could not believe my eyes
our glorious god, father of jesus
had a stinking greasy grey coat on
made of scotland wool over his dirty
musty torn shirt and pants, wearing
muddy boots and a wolverine checkered
red and black cap with holes showing his
long unwashed greyish tangled hair!
he had a short beard and moustache
saliva was dripping from his mouth
he had a half empty bottle of some liquor
in his right hand, a cigarette in the left.

Hello sir, how are you today, I say
I am not a sir, you bloke, I am God, he says
and then suddenly, can you spare two shillings?
O my poor god, I say, take these four and have a nice day.