Bob and God

Why is life so lousy, God?
You have rheumatoid arthritis, Bob.

Life's full of pain and suffering, Lord.
You have rheumatoid arthritis, Bob.

Why such turmoil in the world?
Why is there death, Bob, followed by life?

And why is there war, thieving, and shame?
You don't know why? You're kidding me, right?

Prayer to you is just wasting my time.
Smart men and women say the same thing.

You're just a figment inside my mind.
Smart men and women say the same thing.

There's so much suffering, turmoil, and pain.
Goddam it, Bob! Take aspirin!