the next flood

she says to me
what's up with
all this religion
stuff. what the
hell is wrong with
you, just shut
up and go to work,
there's more fish
in the sea, throw
your net over the
other side of the
boat and see what
you bring up. let
them flop around
the deck and just
pick the ones
you like. i
laugh. she's a
hard one. she
believes in a higher
power. money,
fame, fortune,
friends. she's got
a nice warm blanket
of people around
her. who needs God,
she says. let's
drink, i'm buying.
it really is time
for the next
great flood.