The human torch

Immolate me Satan! Come, sprinkle me with grits
but before you bake my ass, take your lot: CEOs
Admirals without sails, half stomach CFOs
ubiquitous little Gold, money sucking shits.

Couldst the creator of Rush Limbugh have created me?
I think not, Jehova, all rathful smitey bee.
Didst thou not see? Your people are in poverty,
You couldst have helped alot. Now, where's our jubilee?

Ahhh!
Bring back the pagan gods! But not deceitful Greeks,
(though much better than the Romans A-hole elite)

(Though
I'm partial to six armed women, a plentitude of teats.)

I want the ax and hammer men, mayhem and gore,
thunderclap, don't give a crap, bloodthristy men of yore.
Bring back that pagan god! Give us Thor! Give us Thor!