As the great mocker

God don´t mock me
I searched for something life squeezed that´s why
Ugly quests where´s the glat to fulfill a sentiment so stark?

God cracks jokes in the background as I write
... The local parrots his laughter

-Search all you will on this earth lad
Your empty hands will be as useful or useless before you went
as they will be after you return home alone

Cheap notions on high- he read me
I implored my search had foundation
God burped on it and didn´t pardon himself either

Rebuking with panache
-Search all you will what doesn´t come to you in goodtime and goodwill
Will quench your thirst as much as seawater