It’s Sunday…

It’s Sunday... It’s Sunday... Who cares? God does. Which one? Yours. What about mine? She prefers Monday, likes it manic. Is my God a woman? They all are. What about Robbie? Who? The footballer, they called him God. His job was a good un. That’s blasphemy. What if he’s the one true God? He isn’t. … Continue reading It’s Sunday…