the eternal living room

if i ever meet god
i want to ask it
why people seem to hurt me
when i’ve been actively straining
toward kindness
and why i was born
with such a sense
of the importance of everyone else
if this messiah complex
has any sort of purpose
and why one little slight
sends me sailing off
on a rough sick sea
of self hatred
and will i ever get over this

and god would be like
damn bitch
those are some pretty uh
self involved questions

oh, uh
doesn’t everyone want to know
this sort of personal insight stuff
i figured that’d be pretty common

nah, says god
most people ask me about
like idk black holes
and deja vu and shit
or who killed kennedy
i get that one a lot
oh and aliens
everyone always asks
about the fucking aliens
i notice you didn’t
i guess that’s kinda refreshing

yeah, sorry, i
was kind of in a mood
the night i came up with
all these questions
maybe i should have revised them

god mutes the tv
look, it says, you know the answers
to every question you just asked me
you just don’t like the answers
and you wanted someone
you could whine to
deal with your shit
get a therapist
this isn’t fucking cosmic

i feel pretty ashamed
but obviously i don’t want god to see
but it’s god
so it totally does
i just kinda shift around
and finally say
ok so tell me about the aliens

oh so now you care about
the me-damn aliens, huh
you’ll find out about them
soon enough
now go call that therapist
i’m trying to watch breaking bad