Righteousness is its Own Punishment

The people your God would let into heaven
Aren't those with whom I'd want to spend
All of time.  They are ugly and pinched,
All-purpose bigots, who never get silly,
As Satan's friends do.  There's no sex
In heaven, since souls can't have kids.  
There's no drinking, no gluttony, no crazy
Music.  The people God favors sit glumly
In circles, watching each other suspiciously,
Thinking somebody will do something they
Disapprove, while the ones down below
Mostly mind their own business, and thank
Heaven they've gone to hell.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-12-08 at 23:56

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urban duck The PoetBay support member heart!
it is one version of Heaven
but perhaps we bear this project in us
the best society ever? who knows