Big Bang In the beginning, God farted,Known today as the Big Bang,Some fourteen billion, years ago,Expanding, from every direction!Caught by surprise the angels ran!Being familiar, with divine stench!Angels, often having sensitive noses,Flying away in every single direction!Like a cartoon reel speeding up action!Like any old Charlie Chaplin movie reel!Like terrified chickens, scattering forever!Like a stampeding herd, of wild elephants!Lucifer was caught, completely flat-footed!Unlucky enough to have been closer to God!Broadsided, each volley hitting him hardest!That, he was just not prepared to deal with!Never possessed of any great sense of humor!Not being inclined to just forgive and forget!Devastated, debilitated and totally outraged!Indignant, and unwilling to ever forgive him!Swearing, one day he would have his revenge!He hid underground, just refusing to come up!Began practicing atrocious disrespectful farts!With nobody to talk to, God grew quite bored;So, with a funky wave of his hand,Created all the heavens and earth,Out of the, still, lingering stench.Then he created, Adam and Eve,Who ran away screaming holding their noses!Questioning, God's warped sense of humor!Today Joan Osborn runs around singing,Dancing, in the isles like a whirlwind,Sometimes inciting audiences to riot!Yet,“What if God Was One of Us?”Would we all get up and run away?Ever since those first confusing days,The rumor that keeps on going around,Is, something, must be inherently wrong,With the absurdly comical species of homo sapiens;For God to punish us so badly right from the start!Yet the angels keep insisting God was just kidding,Promising they'll come back again, later,Whenever the smell finally dies down,To help clean up the remaining mess.Whilst, the last anyone saw of God,Laughing gently never unpleasantly,Appearing, quite comfortably relieved,Merrily frolicking away into the sunset,He exclaimed: “Sometimes it just feels so good to let her rip!”Whilst, adroitly holding his nose making his most merciful retreat...
This poem is, of course, about forgiveness and how if we feel life has dealt us a raw deal its important to find forgiveness in our own heart for our own sake as well as that of anyone else who has to put up with us.
This reminds me of a creation holy story. You seem to have an enormous imagination, and quite a skill with large metaphors, and a brilliant way with prose. I think I will adopt this story as the original "real" beginning of IT all.
It's mathematical poetry extrapolated from the Tao Te Ching. As much as I'd like to take credit for having imagination, it's a collaborative style of poetry with countless people around the world making contributions and all of us who read and write it usually recognize right away what works best precisely because it's mathematical and public domain.
