"But, God I don't want comfort,
I want Poetry, I want danger,
I want lust, I want sin."
"In fact," said God, " you want
the right to be unhappy."
"All right, then, I'm claiming
the right to be unhappy."
I replied definitely.
" Also the right to grow old
and ugly and impotent; the
right to be lazy; the right to
look forward to a happier
tomorrow; the right to live
with unspeakable sins of
every kind."
"I claim them all." I said.
Then God shrugged his shoulders
and smiled and said.
"Your welcome."
Feb 15, 2021
Feb 15, 2021 at 10:52 PM UTC
"But, God I don't want comfort,
I want Poetry, I want danger,
I want lust, I want sin."
"In fact," said God, " you want
the right to be unhappy."
"All right, then, I'm claiming
the right to be unhappy."
I replied definitely.
" Also the right to grow old
and ugly and impotent; the
right to be lazy; the right to
look forward to a happier
tomorrow; the right to live
with unspeakable sins of
every kind."
"I claim them all." I said.
Then God shrugged his shoulders
and smiled and said.
"Your welcome."