859. I wrote a book

I wrote a book on Satan.
He wanted to read my book
But unfortunately,
Time was hostile to him.

I wrote a book on man.
Man had the time
But
He did not care to read it.
Unfortunately, he did not want
To waste his precious time.

I wrote a book on God.
God immediately read it,
And then
He smiled and cried.
He smiled at my moon-white
Sincerity;
He cried at my sun-vast
Stupidity.