Call Him Pops
Hey there, old man, old man
Where did you come from
Son, you can call me Pops, and
Like you, I came from a putrid drop
Hey Pops, Hey Pops, tell me
Where are you going
Like you, son, I'll need me a dug-out
'Cuz I'm headed for earthworms and maggots
One more question, Pops, if I may
If I get to Heaven, what should I say
Tell Heaven the Truth -- Earth was pure delusion
And you're hoping God will clear up the confusion
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2021
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