Where do we go when we finally go

Some say this and some say that,

Heaven, Swarg, Jannat et al

To play ball or wield a bat.

Maybe “houris”, elves and fairies there

In front of the Lord or behind His back

Maybe, we find the steps to Hell

Maybe, with the door open, just a crack.

Hell might well be the better place

Sin around without shame,

Fires to warm us when it gets cold

No badges that carry our “wounded” name.

Always, clamber up if the going gets hot

The Lord above is known to forgive,

Why stay on and risk getting shot

Hell, always, there when u want to “live”.

Life’s a bore without some fun

Whether in Hell or in Heaven,

There must be some pubs or taverns there

That open at seven and then…………

‘Tis always wise to plan ahead

What we’ll do when we breast the tape,

Less of life and empty the head

And, awaiting us the “heavenly” cape.

Believe it or not, it’s our choice

Can’t be forced down the gullet,

Be Masters of our destinies, or

Let Him pull the strings, be the Puppet.

Poetry is a whole lot of crap

As is arcane Philosophy,

Let’s leave Heaven and Hell well alone

Shrouded in deep mystery.

Adios

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