It was simple by definition
a neat orderly universe, but then
a Big Bang and all of the planning
went out in a monumental flash.
He could easily have corrected it
a simple thought would have
done the trick, but He made the rules
so He had no choice but to abide by them.
It was truly a godly mess, He
would be the first to admit it
had there been anyone to whom
He might admit it, but that lot
on Olympus were a poor joke,
and had long since ceased
to serve any purpose at all
save taking up library space.
So things were banged about, things
blew up spectacularly, things
disappeared entirely, and he
was left to practice meditation.