I woke up this morning and realized that I had created LIFE!
A forgotten OJ container, standing in the corner of a seldom used kitchen,
Begat some fuzzy black spores.

You may say that that's gross, but it crosses my mind:
What if I left it there, on the counter, for say, a hundred billion years?
Would I end up with a monkey, a dolphin, or maybe a giraffe?!

And is this what God feels like, when she returns from her nap, her ****, or wherever she's been?
Does she glance at the rancid OJ container and say, like me,
"What the heck?? Did I leave that out all week?"
And then will she, like me, carelessly toss it into the garbage??