WHO DO THEY THINK THEY ARE?
ODE TO MY GUITAR
CAT NAP
RETURN
I stood at the Pearly Gate,
burdened with earthly baggage
feeling unworthy of such fate,
when suddenly I heard the page -
“Susan” then a trumpet blast
swung the gate open.
I entered looking past
the Arch Angel when
I noticed the assembly line.
Mortals placing their bags upon
a floating rack, just above the sign
that read - NO CARRY ON.
I did just like the rest
passing through the light.
My angelic host proclaimed, “You aced this test,
make your exchange on the right."
My eyes beheld the most heavenly thing
dressed in white, Her plea, “Give it up. It’s time
to trade those in-line skates for a pair of wings.
Now please; Please don’t whine.”
And while your at it, hand over that scale.
The one you prayed to read a hundred and twenty.
You knew it was never going to be, not that you're a whale,
but here we are weightless, truly fat-free!
Your spirit needs no self-control.
Your halo will shine bright
without vain a symbol
to hide your inner light.
Today is Eternity;
replace your pumped up
run down earthly body,
with all its hang ups
for this Celestial Beauty.
I threw over my bags
filled with my favorites;
Evan-Picone, some still with tags,
DKNY and Calvin Klein tights.
Victoria’s Secret is now out.
Although I was told I looked
like an Angel wearing it, no doubt.
I don’t want to be hooked
to these material things.
I want the new Spring line
with transparent heavenly wings;
I guess It all can be mine.
WHO DO THEY THINK THEY ARE?
ODE TO MY GUITAR
CAT NAP
RETURN