Rural god

Rural God.


God and his donkey came walking into
the village in the forenoon,
he was selling lemons, big juicy yellow
ones, I bought two

“Say, lemon man,” I said,
(wasn’t going to blow his disguise)
“wouldn’t you make more money
selling your lemons in a town?”

“Nope, people there have lost touch with
the land, they don’t know what
lemon looks like, but there’s
a man there, you might have seen him,
he’s got a limp, who sells artificial lemon juice,
he has taken all my costumers,
it’s only the old people in the village
who buy my lemons now.
Here have another one… it’s free.”