As A Child -- by Richard C. Speaks

I dreamed of Heaven as a child
I was up on cloud nine
The magic kingdom in the sky
where everything is divine


There was a band of angels
There was an orgasmic choir
There was a very long line
of sinners doomed to hellfire


What if I died before waking
without my mind brightly bleached?
With so much doubt in my heart
Perfection out of my reach


I dreaded Heaven as a child
Sunday service that never ends
Stuck with the same hypocrites
And none of my friends


THE END