the true story of Moses

Moses had a few

friends

that didn't believe him.

non-believers.

they

laughed

as he told the story

of the burning bush

up in the mountain

when God spoke to him.

did He have like a Brooklyn

accent

they asked,

a low voice,

or was it high pitched

and squeaky

like Mickey Mouse or

Joe Pesci?

they doubted the tablets

holding the ten

commandments.

my sister could do that

in her sleep

one of them said,

with a chisel and a hunk

of rock.

and what's with only

ten commandments?

my mother-in-law

has about fifty,

don't talk with your mouth full,

wipe your feet before coming

in after sheep herding,

finish your dinner, people over

in Ephesus are starving.

what is your 
God but a Las Vegas

David Copperfield.

what's next?

water into wine,

raising the dead, making

the blind see,

and the crippled walk.

pfffft.

how about something big,

like parting the Red

Sea?

or making Mt. Sinai disappear.

can he do that too?

and what's with the beard,

you've got soup

and bread crumbs

all over it.

not cool dude, not cool.