I was sitting on my cloud
Looking down at the world,
God came by.
“You look miserable” he said,
“Would you like to chat”
“Yes” I said. “Pull up a cloud”.
“Well, what’s the problem?” he asked,
I looked at him and replied
“It is the world, all seems to be bad,
On the news all you hear is tragedy”
“Well that’s what you want to hear about,
Isn’t it?”, He said.
“Surely there must be good news!” I replied,
“There is, but nobody wants that”.
“I do, my friends do, surely most people do”.
“Ah yes, they do, but that does not sell,
Good news does not sell papers”.
“What about being happy then,
If you look most people are happy,
It is only the few that bring the bad,
Yet they get all the headlines!”
“I know that, but that is what they want,
Those in power want you worried,
Want you to depend on them,
So keeping you happy does not work,
Does not work for them”.
“Surely they must have some fun,
They must have some sense of humour”.
“They do, they laugh at you, you are their fun!”
God got up to go so I asked him,
“Do you have a sense of humour?
Many people think that you are serious all the time”,
As he moved away, he stopped and looked at me.
A smile made his face beam,
“Of course I have a sense of humour,
After all I accept you!”