I made my god of fudge, Stuck two almonds in for eyes And peppermint squares for teeth With cherry gumdrops underneath - A stick of licorice, nose to size. I made this god my judge.
This god said this I must do And this other I cannot. Some thoughts, to him, are OK But others are not his way. This bothers me a lot. He puts me in a stew.
My god gave me no retreat To move about in my own way. He ties me to a rigid dream And makes me nervous, want to scream. The world’s not black, not white, but gray. So this sweet god I must eat.