Psalms

¹ Bilious and bloated, they gas, "God is gone." It's poison gas— they foul themselves, they poison Rivers and skies; thistles are their cash crop.

² He looks around. He's looking for someone not stupid— one man, even, God-expectant, just one God-ready woman.

³ of zeros. Useless, unshepherded Sheep, taking turns pretending to be Shepherd. The ninety and nine follow the one.

⁴ all these impostors? Don't they know they can't get away with this, Treating people like a fast-food meal over which they're too busy to pray?

⁵ a nightmare they'll never wake up from. God will make hash of these squatters, send them packing for good.

⁶ God turns life around. Turned-around Jacob skips rope, turned-around Israel sings laughter.