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AFTERLIFE

AFTERLIFE

Now there is a great concept.
After we die, we still can live, now that I can accept.
We get to meet all our dead relatives.
Even uncle Sam who always takes laxatives
I guess up there he doesn't need them anymore.
Won't have an ass that won't be sore.
I hear when we die, we go back to being young.
Thank God for that, no more achy breaky when done
I hear they can see us from up there.
Wait a minute, even in our underwear?
How about me sitting on the can, having a dump?
Or watching me wipe my ass, oh no now I am in a slump.
I don't want to spend eternity watching people wipe their ass.
Wait a minute what is the alternative, burning in hell?
Staying in a barbeque forever always with me screaming and my yell
My dream is to be an angel with wings.
And a beautiful voice for me to sing.
Wonder if God plays cards, he can even shuffle the deck.
High card paradise, low card down below what the heck
How about a pair of dice, looking at all my options?
This is for my new accommodation.
AFTERLIFE


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