at heaven's gate
Don’t have to walk the dog
Or let the cat out
Don’t matter
If the seats left up or down
I always know
Who farted
Still ask
Why are “we”
Watching this
Still check the mail
Mr. Edison
Writes monthly
The Maitre d’ shouts
“table for one”
OK…OK…
It’s the local deli
And a guy
Wearing baggy
Rubber gloves shouts
“NEXT”
I picture him
At heaven’s gate
Shouting…..
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2024
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