God and Women

God, why do you make fools of us?
You go to a virgin to conceive her
And send us your son to save us
From the sin of the first lady on Earth.

You send us a milk man’s son
Who pleases milk maids dancing with them
And says he is God himself.
So you do play with virgins, God. Don’t you?

You send an angel to a prophet
Who marries many women.
Four woman a man can have, he says.
Are you not a sexy beast, God?