I sit here asking why <br />And you never answer so I cry <br />And when I cry Chad the spotty nurse asks me why <br />I cant look him in the eye <br /> <br />Why did you make my Elisabeth go crazy? <br />That tumour ate her mind <br />I'd come home from Bingo <br />N'er knowing what I'd find <br /> <br />Her naked on the lawn <br />Smearing faeces on the neighbours car <br />My faith is torn <br />And my bottom hurts from the prostrate you gave me that doubles as a cushion when I sit down, a cushion of torture. Thanks for that. <br /> <br />Why God Why? <br />Does your master plan involve me living so long <br />When you took my Elisabeth away? <br /> <br />Hitler had a master plan <br />Are you one and the same? <br />Except he didnt leave me to rot sitting in my own poop to afraid to tell Chad the spotty nurse that I have gone 'whoopsy' again. <br />Hitler didnt make my darling wife so poorly that she accused me at volume so the neighbours heard her of me having sexual relations with next doors cat. <br /> <br />Hitler was evil <br />Why God WHY? <br /> <br />Because you made him thats why.<br /><br />Just Fred<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-god-why/
