The 2nd Floor

THE 2ND FLOOR
I am the savior of the world.
All men and women, boys and girls,
They send their ceaseless prayers to me
While worshipping on bended knee.

It’s not easy being God
In a world run ragged and roughshod.
Billions of people call my name,
Enough to drive a deity insane.

My view from heaven’s quite a sight
With angels ‘round me robed in white,
My office on the second floor
Without a doorknob on my door.
They serve my meals on plastic trays,
Meatloaf and Jello Saturdays.
I live in placid luxury
With padded walls surrounding me.

Some of my children you might know
Share paradise that I call home.
We meet most every afternoon
Except when we have a full moon.

Cleopatra and Rousseau, (Play conqueror all you want, mighty Caesar. / Bonjour.)
Washington and Jacques Cousteau, (My Fellow Americans. / It might be possible to take a warm bath.)
Marilyn and Elvis, too, (I just love finding new places to wear diamonds. / They’re comin’ to get me.)
Napoleon from Waterloo. (France has fallen, so remember me!)