God hated his atheist angel, Because he taught Cherubs quantum physics on the sly, Because he addressed prayers to Darwin in the bath. Because he taught people how to fly.
God detested his atheist angel with a passion, Because he read The Observer at the weekend, Because he built sky-scrappers in Heaven, And sent the angel Gabriel round the bend.
God despised his atheist angel because he said live for today, And went disco dancing with the archangels, Shirtless, swinging his angelic hips, Eating Pringles in salsa dip,
God was horrified by his atheist angel, Because he liked contraception, And women’s right to choose, Because he hung out with post-feminists, And always played the blues,
It was the last straw, When he sung “Stand by Your Man” in Islington in shattered tones, When he made curry for the unbelievers, When he did Tango in the Tigress, And worked 9 to 5 stealing mobile phones,
When God fired his atheist angel, And clipped his wings, The permanently angelically unemployed fell, Past marsh land and dell, Flung from cobbles, Headlong into my arms,
And he said with a smile, “How do I fly without wings when they are all shattered and charred ” And I smiled back,” free air miles on my Tesco Club card”,
We talked of love and exchanged rings Without a care we danced beneath the lemon trees, To Steps and Billy Holiday, And in the moonlight my angel rapped me up in his wings,
And with my Tesco Club card we went to the Court of Human Rights, They will say it is discrimination, it is a disgrace, My atheist angel, soon to be rich from a successful court case
