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Last night I dreamed, I was asleep
about my life and then my death.
About those promises to keep
I woke with shortness of my breath.
It seems St. Peter asked of me
how I had lived with fellow man,
I said the fellow was a SHE
that of gay souls I was no fan.
A smartass, Peter now exclaimed
I have a mind to send you down
to where dishonest folks are shamed
just one more word, you silly clown.
I was outraged that he would speak
in such a disrespectful way,
so I remarked, 'you'v got a cheek,
and I suggest you kneel and pray.'
I further added 'it is hard
for me to stand here and to take
abuse from you, a simple guard
so get a grip, for Heaven's sake! '
When all was said and all was done
I took the bus to Satan's lair.
An oxymoron is a pun,
I like the devil's dinner prayer.
Herbert Nehrlich
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