With trotters full
You stuff your face,
'There must be more than this' you say,
You squeal 'waiter!'
Thinking dessert will give meaning to this meal
But here sits an Atheist
With a mere banquet in his bowl
This is all there is, and isn't that enough?
O wise glutton
Grown fat on theology and broken promises
With eyes so much larger than your belly.
You must see more than this