E.P. Rains

I met God in an Arby’s 
And I asked him
“Why do good things happen to bad people?”

He clenched his beef and cheddar
“Even naughty children get rewards, do they not?”
Then kept on eating

I turned to Satan 
Plucking a curly fry from his tray 
“But you punish everyone equally?” 

“A difference in parenting techniques”
Satan scratched his horn with greasy claw
“All religion is but a custody battle”

I pondered and determined
We’re all God’s children is a fallacy
And I don’t believe either of them at all