The Jōb Interview

It’s tough, you know.

God is a number you cannot count to.

“Colonel Shakes” has got me eating his flakes—

Bachelor Chow

And, I’m wond’ring if I’ve got what it takes.

God is a breakthrough you cannot undo.

Yet, on I plow.

It’s tough, you know.

God’s a brilliant bulb you cannot unscrew.

A man said I should stop making mistakes—

I asked, “but, how?”—

And, he said to buy a potion he makes.

God’s an emotion you cannot go through.

Yet, on I plow.

It’s tough, you know.

God is a city you cannot get to.

I loved a mighty king and now he aches—

I just can’t bow—

And, when I’ve got a weak king’s heart it breaks.

God is a license you cannot renew.

Yet, on I plow.