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The middle-class mentality
has tainted our notion of eternity.
People now are being interred
with possessions most preferred –
bawdy, banal, yard sale trash –
nothing really worth hard cash.
Many are prepared to spend
eternity like a typical weekend –
mowing grass, barbecuing,
half-clad by a pool chaise lounging,
eating steak, drinking margaritas
Others are looking forward to
doing nothing as they used to do.
Golf aficionados hope to spend their days,
teeing off on endless green fairways,
every stroke in perfect form,
with eagles in every hole the norm.
Others hope paradise will be
an everlasting shopping spree
at some celestial mall
with sales and bargains for all.
In short, eternity will be
their former lives in continuity.
For those for whom lethargy
is the antithesis of productivity,
happiness will be to wear a shroud,
one’s butt cushioned on a cloud?
If you find all this blasphemous,
there’s the other place less joyous.
But think first, and be aware,
unless you’re the only one up there,
keep living as long as possible here.