Repent is spent

I wonder when I'm feeling low
if God gets sick of all my woe.
But when I'm weak - sad I know
I want to bite God on the toe!
Just so He could share my pain
and make me feel He knew again,
What it's like to be full of hurt -
wouln't work though, that's a cert.

I wonder if God's got a cat,
bet she's white and very fat...
Bet she'd make an awful din -
if I kicked her on the shin.
Do cats have shins anyway?
Never noticed - hard to say.
Oh! I'd like to kick God's cat -
somehow feel it was tit-for-tat.
But if I kicked God's feline friend -
extra troubles might descend.
Since I've far too many now -
perhaps I'll pet her on the brow.
Or find and kiss a sacred cow -
something like that anyhow.

What a coward I've become,
frightened of God's feline chum.
I'm going to kick her up the bum -
let the consequences come.
No I can't hit God's poor mog,
neither could I kick his dog.
It's just that I'm lost in the fog,
sick of being a lonesome cog.
Help me Lord I know you can.
Sorry Lord - I'm just a man!
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