On the Eighth Day
© 2017 Bret Hesla.
They say that way back when God made the world in six short days
And rested on the seventh, ’cause it’s Sunday.
But don’t you kind of wonder what happened that next Monday?
I’m here to tell you God got up and went right back to work.
On the very next morning the eighth day God made more bugs
On the very next morning the eighth day
God made more bugs
New bugs over here / Bugs over there
New bugs coming out everywhere
With absolutly no sign at all
of when this party might be slowing down.
On the very next morning the ninth day God made more germs
On the very next morning the ninth day God made more germs
New germs over here / germs over there
Virus festering everywhere
With absolutly no sign at all
of when this party might be slowing down.
10th day: Slime molds… (liverworts breaking out everywhere)
11th day: Gravity … (heavenly attractions everywhere)
12th day: Doughnuts … (happiness breaking out …)
13th day: Chaos (…looks like my college dorm room everywhere)
14th day: On the very next morning the 14th day
The moon moved to adjourn / But God objected on a point of order.
Ah, A-men and women and trans and gender-queer
and MtF and FtM / and gender fluid and non gender
and everyone in-between.