The Great Cosmic Jokester

Are we just a joke
created by a Bloke
to satisfy some need
by planting the seed
of greed
of hate
of suffering
of a fate
not for us to make
but just to participate?

Does He sit on His throne
in a kingdom grown
using ignorance and fear
through those who give ear
and points
and stomps
and laughs
and romps through
time immemorial
causing chaos deplorable?

And while slapping His knee
we all pray to He
calling for help
like a beaten whelp
we sing
we cry
we beg
we just... d..i..e -

(sigh)

When the laughter is done
and He's had all his fun,
will He clean up His mess
or go off and play chess
'til His funnybone needs to be sprung?