God's Turtle

Smiling face
hint of retarded
like a dog
waiting for a biscuit
he needs to go
and piss
So I say go go go
I’ll take care of
the turtle
in the box
Feed it crumbs
from your chin
then let it
run away
so that it can hide
underneath its shell
and sing with a
roof over its head.
“Where’s my turtle?"
Mike asked.
I said “God took it."
“Good,” he replied.
“I was gonna give it
back to him tomorrow, anyway.”

Another good one. Ya got talent, kid.

Thanks a lot, man