IS THERE A HOTEL HILTON IN HELL?
OK, THEN, HOW ABOUT A SKI LIFT IN PURGATORY?
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
11 February 2018
This account is entirely fictional.
When we get to the afterlife
There is no social din or strife
No ritz, no hoi polloi-ing there
No pas de trois, no gamesterware
The agent of that shift’s quite clair …
The Mind of God is in the air
God will sit there on His Throne
And every pecadillo’s known
No boodle tendered to His cause
Can make the Hand of Wisdom pause
We can’t hop on that ‘so long’ bus
or ride the rails to dodge the fuss
God speaks our truth,
And then, forsooth,
It’s we that must the piper pay
When we face God on Judgment Day
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