Too Much Soul Poem by Paul Brookes

Have you found God! ! ! ? she screeched at me,
thrusting a pamphlet in my face.
I try to dodge but she quickly holds on,
'your soul.' she says fiercely
'your soul is in jeopardy.'
'you will.' she blasts at me, 'go to hell.'
I smile politely.
I want to say I'm already there but she looks at me with religious zeal in her eyes

I manage to get away only to be accosted by a too jolly young man
'how are you today sir.' he says chirpily,
making me feel even older that I am.

'may I ask you a question.' he asks.
as long as its not about God I think,
'can I.' he sincerely asks 'who you're with for your gas and electric.'
luckily I have standard reply to this,
'I pay for it in my rent.' I say

A small lie which I hope doesn't send me to hell
so have I found God no, Hell yes but God no
I have found however a reason not to go into town on a Saturday.