Oh Lord in Heaven, I have sinned! <br />It is because your roads are plastered <br />with excrement. And YOU had pinned <br />your hopes on me but then the bastard, <br />called Devil, came to tempt my soul. <br /> <br />He practiced mental levitation, <br />insisted he was pure and whole <br />and standing tall as YOUR creation! <br />And now YOU scold me for this deed, <br />here, at the Gate. I'm not to pass? <br /> <br />Just trash I am, a lowly weed <br />I, as the spice of Hippocras? <br />I shall refuse to go to Hell, <br />you know I am Northern man <br />and in the heat I don't do well, <br /> <br />pray tell, we need a change of plan. <br />God who was in his favourite chair, <br />while angels brushed his wavy hair <br />sent one short message to the Gate : <br />A pass to hell, in triplicate.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-the/
