DOODLING ODDLY

GODS PENCIL BROKE
WHILE DOODLING A SILLY NOTE
AND HALFWAY THROUGH MISJUDGED HIS STRENGTH THUS DEMANDING THE LEAD IN STRAIN TO PIERCE THE CLOUDS
SO IT BEGAN TO RAIN
NOW DOWN BELOW WALKING SLOW AS WAS THIS WANT
A PORCUPINE FELT A SPINE
DEVELOP  INTO A JOKE
AND SPINNING OUT OF CONTROL ITS NUCLEAR MISSION
FOUND MY SOUL
DIVIDING ITS TRANSPORTATION 
DIVIDING MY HESITATION 
I DIVED INTO THE OPEN WAITED GRAVE
YO SAVE YOUR LOVE OR MADNESS BOTH
REWARDED BY YOUR SECRET SUICIDE OATH
WHAT FUN THAT PENCIL HAD
 CASTING ME IN STARING ROLE A DIVIDED SOUL
THAT JOKE
THE ONE GOD WROTE
 BUT FORGOT
PUNCHLINES  AND TIMING 
BOTH