we are six billion bits of God
the spark's in me
the spark's in you
and every seven days we each
create the universe anew
your countenance is hovering
above the waters of my heart
your memory is fading
since the day you forced our love apart
and i am drowning now
in seas of whisky, wine
and vomit too
six billion bits of God
but that just wasn't good enough
for you
Bad Poetry by Wayne Myers