Heaven Stop Here
Once upon a time a hundred thousand life times ago I died and on my way to Heaven I saw a road sign saying Stop Here!
Some jokester had crossed out the word HELL, made it say HEAVEN.
So everybody looking for HEAVEN jumped straight into the boiling pot knocking me aside, eager to be the next to sizzle to death to satisfy the inferno’s hunger for dried up old ladies.
I knew I’d never get to Heaven doing what I asked to do. Suddenly I found an answer. But it didn’t work and I gave up and went fishing.
Some jokester had crossed out the word HELL, made it say HEAVEN.
So everybody looking for HEAVEN jumped straight into the boiling pot knocking me aside, eager to be the next to sizzle to death to satisfy the inferno’s hunger for dried up old ladies.
I knew I’d never get to Heaven doing what I asked to do. Suddenly I found an answer. But it didn’t work and I gave up and went fishing.
posted by Ed Weiland at 10:11 PM
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This is the last poem Ed was able to write before his illnesses stopped him.
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