When i went to meet the maker
he was looking down at earth
with a fork and salt shaker
he was laughing with the taker
and i wasn't afraid at all

then i understood

but still
i wasn't filled
and still i asked questions
i asked
"why do you figure?"
"why do you reckon?"
"do you come when we beckon?"

then i understood

he was so not amused
at my humor and my views
he was surely not used
to my questions. He refused.
I stood true
"but you listen to the pews
and I assume you read all the news
aside from the bad movie reviews.... we pick and chose
oh, how we pick and chose
how can you let this get away
so out of hand
you sit, and drink
and play cards all day
and do not what we demand?
Don't you know the plan?"

"well", he replied
without a tear welled in his eye
"why would i make you if i didn't want to take you?
Why would I wait if there wasn't a meal? I mean, c'mon, what's the deal?
Did you think you were fake? Do you think you are real?
You are just a sliver of rice for the table.
And we are only meeting for you to be able.
To sing me a song, or tell me a fable... so please... don't rock my cradle
I'm just hungry, where's the ladle?"