The unlikely offering.

God showered the earth with cocaine.



He gave the local whore a few grams.

"Merry Christmas!" he happily said.



The junkies were shaking,

nearly climaxing with glee.

They shaped angles in the ground,

Had themselves a ball.

"What do we need to do to repay you?" they stammered.



"Never fall in love with those of the same gender, stay away from glamour, beat your housewife until she's senseless.  And last but not least, drink until the sun has risen!"



They grinned and carried on.



God was a hero on that morn'

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I like poems that I write at four in the morning.

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