This is my theory
When I was in the womb
What ever genes
Work together to
Decide on your gender
Got all ****** up
In other words
God didn't know
Whether to make me
A boy or a girl
He must've flipped a coin
Because ****
I came out a girl
But I have a brain of a boy
I guess it's his
Way of playing games
He creates different situations
And watches down below at them
As they struggle along
But this is my theory
On a bunch of things
My wires are just crossed
That's all
And this creates some problems
But I don't think they're major
Not anymore
He just likes to sit up there
And watch us all
Fight
Argue
Sin
****
I wonder what he's doing up there as he watches what he made
Does he have a sickening smile on his lips
Or does he shake his head at how dramatic we humans are