Heaven (or something quite like it)
1
You wink at St. Peter
As the gates whir open.
You're off the map, boy,
With just a soul to your name
2
You pile your clothes and credit cards
On top of your toys and bones,
And walk in whistling.
Adios Republicans, cops, and money.
3
Concupiscent thoughts drift in
Where’s the women, music, and beverages?
4
Rod Serling strolls around the corner
In a cloud of pearl grey smoke.
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