Nine times out of eleven
A guy can go to Heaven,
And to be among the nine
Tops my list of fears.
For hymns and harps are great,
And for flying I can’t wait,
But eternity is just too much
When you live 100 years.
So take your eternal pleasure
I’ll just enjoy my leisure
On this temporary paradise
That’s called mortality.
That doesn’t make me bad
(Maybe in one sense, but not a cad).
Life can be enjoyed
With a sense of finite morality.
The Daily Travesty 