Afterlife Poem by Bull Hawking

I've been saving you for the afterlife
Cause you're what heaven ought to be
You're a buzzin hive o life...my love
Fulla flower powder and pure glee
Let's pull the nectar outa life
necking at Tommy's ford
We'll wade across the parking lot
In front of Fred's when
The rain makes mincemeat of the moon
And all we do is sigh
there's no need to end this now
The afterlife's kinda long
if you gotta problem with this
I'll make you another song