“YA THINK?” a poem. Moon-Day 11 June 2018
So, you think, when I die, that I’m going to Hell,
Well, Honey, sweet Baby, y’know Hell’s Bell’s swell,
So just-lemme-say, “I got something to tell:
WHEN-I-DIE, PRETTY BABY, I’M GOIN’ TO:
H E C K ! (long pause – take a breath, or something!)
It-is the place where Fitzgerald* did wreck!?
It is so horrid (there), you have to get up,
At FIVE in the morning, feed birds, juice and sup,
Make LOVE ‘til your eyes fall (out) and there’s-sweat-on-your-brow,
Ya make-it with a “horny” girl, with t – – s like a cow,
With a face like an angel – and angel breath too,
And GOD ONLY KNOWS WHAT SHE WILL DO TO YOU,**
And THE PLACE IS SO BARE, NO-POLITICIANS or POLICE, or DRUG STORES or VAPE SHOPS, IT’S KINDA LIKE NICE,***
France, where they tan, shop, sight-see – also drink,
Eat bread-and-cheese – and they sometimes DO “stink,”
So they swim and take walks – Man, the place is a HECK,
So, when I die, Honey, I’m “cutting the deck,”
And drawing an Ace – Ace of Hearts,
King and Queen,
HECK!-is the most horrible place that you’ve seen,
‘Cause the Cheezy Puffs? Sold out!
With no TV Christ preachers,
And Fox-News had a “black out,”
And there’re little, scurrying creatures,
Who are loved by adorable boys, girls & dogs,
Friendly cats on the porch, and they’re all “sawing logs!”
Plus, some gays and cross-dressers, he-she-s and “a bird,”
Are milling around there (in HECK) –
And everyone keeps a wide smile or a grin,
Pets and Grass,
With a terrible din:
Of Mike Jackson’s music – I think, BLACK OR WHITE,
It’s much worser than HELL,
With NO-GOVERN-MENT IN SIGHT!
* – The S. S. Edmund Fitzgerald, a ship that sank in Lake Superior back in 1975!
** – It’s JUST AWFUL – much worse than anything you might encounter in Hell!
*** – A pretty large city in France, where you have to listen to opera, and you have to stay out in the sun all day and sight-see, and it is expensive to live there, and you have to swim, even if you’re tired. It’s just awful, I tell ya.