( this poem makes so much more sense if the word crow is read backwards)
when God hammered WORK
He made gold
when God roasted WORK in the sun
He made diamond
When God crushed WORK under weights
He made alcohol
when God tore WORK to pieces
He made money
when God blew WORK up
He made day
when GOD hung work on a tree
He made fruit
when God tried to chop WORK in two
He made woman
when God said: ‘ You win, WORK’
He made the redeemer
when God went off in dispair
WORK stopped his beak
and started in
in the two thieves.
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