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.