Demigod Days
As the sun begins to set and the day ends
Demigods bicycle benignly toward their homesteads
No lightning bolts shoot from their fingertips
And no sinners perish beneath their bicycle tires
For they have finished the day’s work
And soon will be getting their grubby little demigod hands
On cakes and meats and adult beverages
That will leave the demigods sated and drunk
And the next day when they awake they will have a mood most foul
Because of their pounding headaches and upset stomachs
And the need to return to work once again
And deal with Mike, the clueless demigod assistant upstairs
And their vengeance on the nonbelievers will be cruel and wrathful
For that is the way of the world