He plays God. Fallen Angel 5

On the seventh day with no restriction in sight,
leaving a cloud, a cliche he tarnished
belching fossil fuels
screaming nitrous oxide
sleeping for fools
he arrived.

Nature was fair game,
she never went away
this troubled his quarrel
toyed with his ego
tore at his thoughts.

So he chewed on a lion
then spat it out for the gazelles
he fed an alligator to a warthog
killed a polar bear with a penguin.

With a frenzied pace
he carried a snow capped mountain
and dropped it in Australia
dragged the desert by it's corners
to the north pole
then spent hours tossing fish into the sky.

Yet man still puzzled him
they ignored his tantrums
so imperious against his perilous prancing.
In a huff he pointed to God......
'Have it, it's your problem to solve.'

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I have decided to repost these as individual poems, they are taken from my poetry book I published on Amazon.
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Fallen-Angel-Mr-Darren-Connor/dp/1492989223

Some of the older members have already read these and I thank them
Just a quick fix to get my number of poems up. I was probably a bit quick publishing, some of these need more work.