was singing an ode to the

Lord - was a song of praise

Looked at all the parishioners

Most were on bended knees.

Most of them felt religious

simply because they tossed

a few coins and some lint into

the collection plate, and for

carrying the good book.

However, if they didn't seek

repentance, it wouldn't do them

much good - they were just taking

up space in a pew; the only remorse

they had was for wearing an old suit.

"Where was I? Oh, now I remember

Excuse me for getting off the subject

as I waxed poetic" - the last thing I was

doing was singing, but all of a sudden it

got quite dark - I was now inside a coffin.

Inside a silk-lined coffin with all the

trimmings, even had the illuminated

handle for a quick escape - meant for

the repenters; "Let's see, did I cover all

the bases during my confessions?"

I pulled on the handle, thought I was

deserving, but it broke off in my hand

Then came the sounds of a rusted iron

gate opening; a gravel road, and circling

crows - into the ground I went.

As I lay six feet under, wondered if I

had paid all my bills; shut off the sink;

and put out the cat? The good news

is, I made it up to the Pearly Gates

and was greeted by old St. Pete!

'2008' RLS