The Divine in circulation

God's chair-bound in his office

A cafe-latte at his side

Shielding shore

From swathes of text

That course the depths

Of in-solicit tide

If his journey to the office

Is monotony of ease

He' pen's compelling

Mini sequels

To the surplus to appease

A stiff revolving door, a trip on curb

And lightning, steers his inky flow

Passing hassle through his pen tip

Inert object rage, doth glow

Decreeing what is salient

Impeding oceans of absurd

Flicking virgin A4 wishes

As he finaly cracks

The Times-crossword

The slipstream's passed to minions

So they can paddle

With arm bands and a rope

A stride away from making tea

A powerful boost is, eviscerating hope

His rectitude is unsurpassed

His judgements never wobbly

Crisp shirt, loud tie and shiny shoes

He passes hours

Mostly being Godly

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