Then Whom was watching behind the door?
their frothy grins He didst abhor
Their cross costumes & their smitten styles
heels clicking upon the tiles
They reminded Him of meaner days
of mighty men & giants of yore
of those who had trodden upon the poor
and neither prayed nor sought His lore
Our great God didst then send clouds of bane
to flood them off of their gravy train
but camest these corpses back from the grave
Sans their Noah, for God to save?