Wednesday, May 24, 2017

After the tissues, monetary issues

Pass the Gate

It was a quick death
When he lost his breath,
A short goodbye
Because he had to die,
He hitched a ride
To the other side,
And waved his palm frond
To the great beyond,
And took a key lime pie
To that place in the sky.

St. Peter said,
Did you bring the bread?
You mean Heaven, ain't free
You gotta be kidding me,
He said, just because you died
You don't get a free ride,
If you want to pass through my gate
You better fill the collection plate.

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