My search for God traversed land and sea
I finally found Him in Ward 3C.
He appeared to have been smoking crack,
I told him straight: I want my Helen back!
Sayeth He: Is that Helen of Troy, so fair?
No, no, it’s Helen of Queens with jet black hair.
To which He defensively replies:
I had nothing to do with her demise.
Bull! The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh.
He lowered his breath and thus spaketh:
Don’t fall for that, they’re finally on to me,
Why the hell do you think I’m in Ward 3C?
