As did I peruse a dusty corridor bright with fake iridescent light
Then did I fall upon an old used TV its owner ferried over hands in pockets
It was his caution to make a sale, there were hundreds of things to sell
But I struck him odd, I was an easy sell, as if life left selling sail
And in post-sale conversation hell did this topic of God rise
With his hands at his sides, did he try try try to convince me
That he had a way to talk to God... and did so did he do it often.
Then we went to his life, wife and one kid all in this wee three bedroom apartment,
And we enter through the door, for to the hall there's a table.
On the table there's a nice sweat silver dish, wish wax it had some scriptic character.
He says we should break the wax here, near the skylight window.
And then we can talk to God, ah if only it were that easy.
I took hold of the wax breaking it half with my fingers,
And walked out into the sun room, the ceiling lifting my head with light.
And God said a few words about how great he was and that no one could compare.
But I thought how couldn't you compare, and I brought up that what if there were
One that was even greater than he.
His reply was simply that there is no one greater that he knows of.
But I ventured that what if there were a man, the size of a pea who could lift an ox.
And with this in angry reply he demanded that may he come forth to challenge God.
I said that he is a peaceful farmer and only wanted to bathe in his thimble.
God said that he demanded his presence and that he shall challenge him in his thimble.
But I replied that he did not want to challenge God.
In a deep fury God did shake the apartment apart, turning up chair and table.
Snapping on his acolyte he asked in hoarse tones why he brought such a person before him.
The acolyte looked at me, disheveled in his pockets, and asked me to leave.
I did not mind it was getting late, and I had yet to be journeying home.
But before I left, God asked me one last thing, see, he wanted to know my name.
And I looked back for just a time, and replied, "Why I'm the Great Tom Thumb."