Fourth Friday

A Poem by LKang

“Fourth Friday”

The fourth Friday
The seventh month had passed
God had a scowl from working
And then the angels asked
My God to fix the toilets
They broke on the fourth Friday
Three weeks without a bathroom
Gabriel had to say

You’re slipping now Master
The place is falling apart
Saint peter leads souls with a stick
The candles don’t have their spark
God said to the arch angel
Blow it out your butt
I’ll get around to it.
Slammed the door to his bedroom shut

Again it was the fourth,
Friday in the courts
They were putting my God on trial
And angels of all sorts
Were looking on in anger
The bailiff did report
3:00 o clock inside the court house
Friday the fourth.