When there is one God, says Sobek,
Holding a beer in his thick-clawed hand,
It is His nature to fill everywhere,
To be everything. This leaves no room
For anyone else. Think how lonely that is!
You try to amuse Yourself; You invent Time
Hoping something will happen; nothing does
Until there is something else. Usually a dog.
Someday, though, a crocodile. Just wait
And see what sort of universe God will make
When He has a crocodile!
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