Every time I say something
you say it's wrong in spite
of mountains of evidence
to the contrary
then you use God
to make some irrelevant point
ignoring the miracles of Nature
right under your upturned
sanctimonious nose.

As if God is somehow
incapable of producing
confounding complexity
from a few simple rules
that allow Nature to select Her own path
just as He allows us to choose ours.
As if the time scale over which He operates
must be limited by the confines
of your primate brain.
As if He really needs
your opinion
anyhow
on how things should be.

By the way, God called the other day
and told me you were full of shit.
Something about a wolf in sheep's clothing.
He said you'd know what He meant.