GOD'S A GYPSY Poem by Răzvan Ţupa

I think it was something I ate or may- be I heard it hissed through the teeth: ‘God's a Gypsy and that's how it always has been: they told him the local customs and He had the knack to amuse them all the time and speak to them in their languages and listen to all they said but it was enough for Him to say what- ever came to mind and He'd soon be told, You're a kind of traditionalist, you know, an extremist, yeah! Of course God's a Gypsy. They were fully prepared to tell Him what He wanted and follow His dress code His rules against dis- order so what could He do, He makes them right because they're His, God's a Gypsy like all the homosexuals like the bi's and the hetero's too Only the dainty seahorses remain pure [and Romanians for sure]' God's chosen mechanic suddenly explained and vanished like eczema. P.S. I've no idea, was it an allergy Or some bigshot from the gendarmerie