God saw a man on top of the hill.
And said, in voice so shrill,
“That’s the man I want you to kill.
It’ll give me a great thrill”.

“Killing is the American good- bye
God kept talking, “I hope you don’t cry.
You’ve never seen a man die this way.”
I thought, ‘I wont cry, I’m not shy.’

“How do you want this killing done?”
“You’re so underhand,”
God droned all melancholy and glum.
“I’m American”, God said, “Use a gun.”

(Chris)