I asked God if it was OK to bake eclairs
And he nodded his head as he
Brushed some crumbs from his beard.

I asked God if a guy could sing opera..
He said he didn’t really
Think that was too weird.

But God, I said (because I don’t always believe it the first time),
What if I paint my fingernails?
Is that too queer?

Should I hold hands with my dentist?
Can I do my bedroom bright yellow?
(his answer I feared.)

But God said, Dude. (he calls me that, sometimes)
As he sat down next to me to watch Glee,
The answer is

(after the style of a poem by Kaylin Haught)