A blathering dolt pellet
Squirtled out of his ear,
Leaving a mellifluous stain
On her superfluous blouse.

The house rang with the shock
Of a million volts as god protested
Their love and threw down big
Bolts like deadly Mardi Gras beads.

Their atheist neighbors trembled
And imagined an earth trembling
Under the weight of slack black columns
Of poisoned corporate air

And washed their dogs fervently
In a flurry of hedonistic paranoia-
Then god laughed, took a swig from
His gestalt liquor and stroked his hammer
And pointed down at the mayhem:

"You goddamned bitches better
Not front, I'ma get all up in ya
Jimmy-jams and blast y'alls asses"
He roared and passed out in a pool of halos.