\n- I came across a snack machine, or so I thought it was.<\/li>\n
- As I got close, I found instead, something that made me pause.<\/li>\n
- There were no snacks inside, I saw, in\u00a0each cramped numbered slot.<\/li>\n
- Rather, shockingly I\u2019d say, were several different gods.<\/li>\n
- Some were white, and some were black, and some were big or small,<\/li>\n
- Some were fat, and some were thin, and some were short or tall.<\/li>\n
- And while there was variety, as much as gods do go,<\/li>\n
- I noticed that the same white god was in the top two rows.<\/li>\n
- I guess it was most popular, its button worn near through,<\/li>\n
- And though it took up several slots, all were bare but two.<\/li>\n
- I took a seat upon a bench beneath an oak nearby<\/li>\n
- So I could see what would transpire when one that god did buy.<\/li>\n
- It wasn\u2019t long before someone, who hungered for a god,<\/li>\n
- Did come\u00a0upon the god machine and stood there kind of awed.<\/li>\n
- He stood a bit, scratched his chin, and cocked his head in thought,<\/li>\n
- Then sure of choice, put\u00a0in a dime, and pressed the worn out spot.<\/li>\n
- And out it came, the favoured one, like many had before;<\/li>\n
- It glistened now in the bright light and waited in the drawer.<\/li>\n
- He held it close, examined it, then kissed it once for luck,<\/li>\n
- Then said a prayer his parents said when he was young and such.<\/li>\n
- It came to life, that idol cheap, and I could hear it speak<\/li>\n
- It shocked me, what I heard it say; it made me want to shriek.<\/li>\n
- \u201cHello, dear sir. I am your god. My precepts you\u2019ll adore.<\/li>\n
- I don\u2019t want much. In fact, I\u2019d say, there\u2019s little new in store.<\/li>\n
- I\u2019ll teach you want you want to hear and won\u2019t demand too much.<\/li>\n
- I am smooth\u00a0and comfortable and pleasant to the touch.<\/li>\n
- I will never rock your boat; in fact, I hardly row.<\/li>\n
- I\u2019ll just lie back, in warming sun, and feel the cool breeze blow.\u201d<\/li>\n
- And then this god stretched forth its hand and patted on the head<\/li>\n
- The man who purchased him just now and made his cheeks turn read.<\/li>\n
- He giggled at the touch of the trinket god so bold.<\/li>\n
- And skipped away, along the path, to pick some marigolds.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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