The silent treatment

I’ll have to have it out with God,
he causes me trouble needlessly.

I am not kidding when I say we have the
same job; but honestly I’m not looking for his,

I’d rather be gainfully unemployed,
free of Worldly cares, and I don’t
believe I could do it better anyway.

My major bitch is he still leaves the big
decisions to me. Like defining where
I stand on moral grounds.

No shit, it happens every day.
It’s happening right now.

Instead of saying, “Do this, or that,”
I get the silent treatment,

I suppose the message is - think for yourself,
so now I do it without thinking.

I’ve done it all my life, or at least
since my mother let me.

Come to think of it, maybe
she’s the one I should be talking to…
© I.D. Carswell