Francis Johann Verdote, Run-On and On

God is a square frolicking in the air, flashing their flare only to stand by the seashore to stare at

the sulking sun serenading people with abrasive tunes who complain to god about the excessive

heat, but they’re too busy feeding the feed with tasteless eats, so they pretend to read empty

books filled with cheese and mystery, and the story will please bestseller lists, so god sits in

silence exercising their wrists.